Since only one person reads this, I'll go right ahead and address her respectfully.

Chelsea, I have no doubt that you think I'm one big enigmatic neurotic. First I wanted to be a marine biologist, then a chef, then a restauranteur, then an architect, then a toxicologist... It must have been really irritating to listen to me laying down my life's plans when they wouldn't even last me the rest of the day. I'll be honest when I tell you I'm scared. I don't really know what I want to do for the rest of my life. The kid inside me is telling me to dream big, but the rebel is fighting every path I examine. I love marine life. Sea dragons, jellyfish, turtles, and manta rays are the coolest animals in the deep blue. But I hate boats and scuba diving. Not to mention I have mini seizures when I see numerical data. Nor can I cook. Nor can I fiddle with numbers. Nor can I fiddle with more numbers and geometric shapes. So what the hell am I to do?

Well, my last big dream has wrapped itself around the cinema industry. I never really thought about making films in general till I discovered that dumb trance society on youtube. From then, I slowly realized I was good at what I did AND I had fun. The kid in me was really pleased with the idea, and the rebel was surprisingly fighting on his side. Being in the entertainment industry is hard dangerous work. And somehow, I've convinced him that by being an artist he is fighting the tide for his voice to triumph. But really he is fighting just to antagonize everyone else's beliefs. But back to the comprehendible child.

I've applied to all the film schools I like and I'm still waiting for them to notify me. I have no idea what lies a head for me. What the hell is the film industry like? I've talked to different people but it's all just so huge and confusing. So I'm just going to go in and do it. I can't be punished for trying.

What I really want to be is a film director and writer. I want MY stories to be heard. That sounds selfish on paper, but that's the best I can write it. No I don't mean "THE EPIC CAPTAIN STORY IN 3D11111". I mean I want share my imagination with the world and be credited for it (I suppose on a grand scale). Which is healthy. I fully confirm that I have NO talent what-so-ever. I can't paint, I can't do maths, I can't write anymore, I can't speak, I can't listen, I can't cook, I can't make music, I can't kill, I can't fix things, I can't keep things alive (especially an audience).... There's not much I can't fail horrifically at. So now that I've found my niche, I want to excel at it. But I want to reach beyond the norm. You know I'm the meek kind who would rather let someone else speak for me. I really don't want to stay like that forever. I want to shout out and be heard (and hopefully loved not burned to the ground). So that's mah plan! Doesn't sound to bad, right?

OH I FORGOT THE BEST PART!

So, this entire year I have been brainstorming my own theatrical genius on the computer. So far, its not so good. I've trashed the Phantom Manor gig, The Vie gig, that dumb fairy tale gone bad, the REALLY retarded "Crescent Island" failure, and the 3 Theives nonsense. So I'm redirecting my focus. No wait....

If any of that made sense ^^^ I salute you for your Gorgoneon. Here is what I meant to say:
1. My new idea has a bit of everything I want. It's a revamped The Masque of The Red Death by non other than Sir Edgar Allan Poe. But this one is going to be epic. I won't ruin anything with my words though.
2. I shall now be telling my stories through something called Storyboarding. This means I will be DRAWING comics of my ideas. THAT means I WILL have stuff for deviantart. ^^

A picture is worth a thousand words.... like wowthisreallysucksimeansuckslikechokesondickfromsouthparkyouknowthatthirdgradeteacherwholiterallyswallowedseamentodeathyeahlolroflfersureomgomjsheissofatinthosejeansiwonderificouldpullmyselfoffasaretardedblondepffftnomatter
Yeah... a that's a lot of text.