I really should focus in on my poetry again. It's not as if I'm not feeling particularly poetic at certain intervals, it's just that I'm way too high strung right now to do something so passive. Instead, I've been having to work on drawing and commissions.
I put together this really nice outline of a girl in a Lolita dress in a play room, but I won't put it here until after it's colored. I hate looking at the black and white lines in my Gallery because they're really more on the side of scraps than anything else.
Unfortunately, this is also keeping me from finishing off my Lucas Project. I've really gotten into the story: adding in details concerning whys and hows and whats, but I just can't relax enough to sit myself down and force writing it out. I'll have to dedicate some time to it after I enroll in college or something . . . I don't know.
I'm so busy lately. And whenever I get some down time, all I can think about (when anything creative isn't being demanded) is what else I'll have to be occupied with later.

Luckily, this hasn't stopped me from sitting down and taking time to enjoy the works done by others. I had over four-hundred-and-fifty pieces of art and writing in my Deviations List done by people I've been Watching and managed to bring it all down to zero. For those of you who have been on my List for a while, you'll have noticed my sudden, out-of-nowhere Collecting and Comments. I'd been away for a while, but hopefully I'll remember to start checking regularly so that I can avoid getting swamped all over again.

Let's discuss the things I'm busy with now.
As some of you know, I've been learning to drive. Exciting stuff, right? I've been doing very well, considering that I get no practice behind the wheel aside from the two sessions through the driving school which I have been getting a solid C+ on. Which I'd better get because dedicating myself to learning everything correctly in theory has been something I'm very serious about. Being a good driver is important because you could totally die or kill someone.
Anyway, I really need to get more practice. I've driven over the bridge twice and have managed to go up and down hills . . . steep hills . . . high hills . . . scary hills . . . .

Aside from this, I'm trying to get a job with in-home care. Which means I'll be visiting old people in their homes and checking up on them and performing medical tasks. It's tough since everyone else is realizing their jobs are dead-end and deciding to move into the medical field. If I can't get in-home care, I'll have to do part time work at a nursing home or something.
My Certified Nursing Assistant exam is scheduled for April 17th and if I pass that (which I most certainly will as the two weeks prior will be dedicated to studying and sharpening my skills) then I will achieve certification and therefore be able to actually do my job without worry. Unless I don't do anything with said certification for two years and then I have to take the class and take the exam all over again. The exam costs $107 dollars to take and $30 just for registration. Also, you may end up paying over $900 for the class.
Thank god I'm enrolled in a program that covers these things.

Speaking of enrollment, I'm supposed to set up my classes in summer for the fall semester. I'll be going for my AA in nursing and will then attempt to become a Registered Nurse. After that, I'll see where I feel like going. But RNs get paid quite a bit and I should be able to invest that money wisely.

All this planning and working and being responsible. It really is too much sometimes when I have little active outlets. If I didn't live in Felony Flats, I'd jog around with the dog and get a nice adrenaline rush to clear my head and make myself feel like eating regularly.
After I get my driver's license and a job, I want to see if I can set up a day-long fishing trip.

Starting all my Journal entries with "In Which" is a reference to the book Pinocchio. In the original book, each chapter was titled with a description of what the following pages contained. It kind of ruined the story, but I found it thoroughly amusing. The little wooden bastard kills the cricket with a hammer, accuses the cat of eating his feet, and escapes from the whale because the large aquatic mammal slept with its mouth open due to a case of chronic asthma.
Lay off our classical heritages, Walt.