got my picture taken

on my way to school today for the second time, (still waiting for the third), and my second outfit, i was bustling along queen street, being "too cool" for public transit, (yet sweating like a pig) and a young man asked to take my picture. (chrisrobinsonphoto.com) i'm going to be on a blog. he asked what i wanted to pursue with my life and i said "i'm going to be an artist!" he liked my shoes.

how's that for a first day?

(honestly, could have been better.)

maybe i dont want to leave,

maybe, i'd rather stay here with you.

not maybe, more like definitely.

i'll miss you every moment.

yuuta

this artist has a style

something i'm lacking

and something i adore

september seventh marks the day i begin my new life where i call myself an artist, where i pretend the stress isn't getting to me, where i want my old friends back instead of new ones, where i would do anything for one of my mother's meals, where i put off doing laundry, where my phone bill is through the roof, where long distance charges will apply, where skype replaces a common hangout, where i run out of paint, where i try caffeinating my nights, where i can't just walk to your house anymore, where i won't kick my cat on the end of my bed in the night, where i ruin all of my clothes, where extra cash is unheard of, where groceries are a luxury, and most of all, where i miss you the most.