"Headlines read out..."

One last entry.

Okay, I feel used and Sarah knows why.

On my coming first day of work of all times.

I'll try to receive life's unpleasant surprises with grace.

I need money anyways, so yea, if somebody wants to help me make more money, good then.

This is Sheryl trying to be positive.

I need money for my medical bills.

I don't want my folks to pay for it.

It's the least I can do.

I want my DSLR.

I want flash for lomobaby.

I want a fisheye.

I want my guitar lessons.

(Sarah had her guitar lessons, Nicholas is having his now. I'm the most musically declined.-_-)

Random: Sarah and I are msn-ing even though we are in the same room together.

I'm still having my doubts about many things but I'll take it a step at a time.

Maybe art was destined to be more of a hobby than a career for me.

I find it hard to accept that.

Time will tell.

It will tell many things.