Transition

Its 10:30pm on a Tuesday, and I just spent 7 hours on a bus to go back to a school that I hate with all of my guts... therefore, this entry might not be exactly what you expected. I titled this blog "Live the Life You Love; Love the Life you Live", because that is my goal. I want to love the life I live, and really LIVE it. I don't want to be one of those people that only half-a** everything they do. Its not all down-hill after college either. In fact, my college experience has been all down-hill! After college its all up-hill!

My college experience can be summed up as "going to hell and back in less than four years! SAVE YOURSELF WHILE YOU CAN!" ... a tad dramatic, but if you were me, I think you would say something along similar lines. Why you ask???

I've had the unfortunate encounter with every bodily fluid possible in the last year and a half. People have pissed on my door because I am a fine arts student. People have yelled at me, called me names, and tripped me into snow piles while carrying my portfolio... all because I am a fine arts student. I've had used condoms left on my floor (thanks roomie - eww), I've been sexiled, I've cleaned vomit off my floor... vomit that wasn't mine!... I've seen blood splats and all sorts of crazy crap! And when I try to reach out to a group on campus that does not resort to alcohol for all of their joys, they target me and my family for being mixed religiously and culturally. So what do I do to make college those best years of my life... I retreat into what I know and love most - THE FINE ARTS!

Yes, I am in love with the fine arts. Yes, I am one of those loud, obnoxious, and slightly insane people that sing and dance everywhere they go, and I'm usually covered in some type of material that will be stuck to my skin for a week... usually printmaking ink or pastel chalk with my luck. I vent into art so much that people think I should be in art school. My teachers call me pigpen after I am laughing so hard that I am crying from the fun I had making the mess covering all four walls of the room... they say things like: "you have talent", "I can get you a gallery job right out of college", "you have potential", "you're portfolio is in HD! No Way!", etc. I've heard it all. And I love it.

When I surround myself with art and music, I am living the life I love. I am loving the life I live. So as I transition my butt out of this terrible place called Iowa, I will be writing about how the arts keep me thinking positive. And FYI - If you are a little different, or had a rough past, or both... that doesn't mean that you are a loser or wierdo. Don't let people tell you otherwise. Keep your head held high... I am.