Art the Savior.

I think I am a little bit afraid of "the real world." No, I am very afraid of it, but mostly I am afraid that one day I will use that term to describe how I am living. That would be awful.

I am afraid of artists. All my life I have been surrounded by either proud parents or generally ignorant students. By generally ignorant I mean, ignorant of art and all the art that is out there.

I feel like once I leave I may find my place among the creative minds, but I fear that I will become jealous and intimidated by them. I think the only time I have faced a true challenge of my ability was when I shared classes with Christian Green. I think he is a funny, and probably nice person, but I secretly despise him because people believe that he is a better artist than me. That isn't how art is judged, it is all a matter of opinion, not better or worse. That might be one of the reason I like it so much, competition has never intrigued me and there is no competition required to be considered a good artist.

Anyway, I really want to finish this project scrap journal thing before college so that way I will at least have something to show. All of my art so far has been created frivolously, but if I make this book it will show that I can commit to a project as well. Plus I think it will be super cool.