Is it even worth it?

No, I don't the title is worth it.

Nothing has happened in the 24 hours I have seen you blog, except me going through my daily depression cycle. Yes, just like a female's regular cycle (I got that too, but that's not the point I'm trying to make...) that happens once a month, I go through a depression cycle once a day. Just like a period, blog, except I don't bleed. Which is a good thing.

Anyway, this depression cycle was about my artwork. It's not horrible, but it's not relatively good either, at least not to me. And I'm the only person that matters. I mean, my friends say it's good, but they're friends. They'll say about anything to get me to shut about my problems. So how will I be able to believe them?

I'm getting better of course, but I want to be really good! I want this progression, this evolution, to hurry the hell up. I'm a very impatient person.

I did all my poetry class homework today. I'm glad that dumb class is over. My English teacher Mr. Zito, just pretty much killed off all my learning senses. I hate his class with a passion. Everytime I think about that class, I cringe. I used to love poetry before we had to end the school year with a poetry lesson. Now, I hate poetry. Just, hate. Yes, I know I shouldn't hate an art form because one person messed it up, but he just messed it up so bad! He forced us to read three poems in front of the class...Never again. My crap was butchered even more than I could imagined. Being laughed at and called suicidal, UGH! I HATE YOU MR.ZITO.

I did plan on getting all insight full for this post, but it's waaay too hot for that. I'm basically melting here. And no, not an ounce of fat is melting with me. That sucks.

I'm debating on whether I should join Deviant Art and Myspace or not. Deviant Art is free (well, a basic membership is free) and Myspace is free. I don't know... Cons for the Deviant Art thing... My artwork is embarrassing and for Myspace...Well, why would I want to conform to society? Who the hell ISN'T on Myspace. The pros are that I could meet new people and make friends...Choices, choices.