These late night American Art classes are wearing me out, but I am getting so much out of them. I can't believe how much I have learned in that class, and it's enough to sway me to a new major.

I wish I was as talented in photography as my peers. I don't think I could ever become a professional photographer, but I yearn to be it so much. Honestly, I don't know anything about photography, but I try so hard to understand it. I've never taken a class, or read a book, or have shadowed off of anyone else except my father. I have passion for it, but I feel it is not as great as others. I have so much doubt in me, that I'll never shine through or do things as great as others. But I hope so much to do so. I really want it. I feel empty without some sort of camera in my bag, just in case something extraordinary happens in my presence.

Now for lighter news. Much lighter. The return of my life is not entirely back, but at least The Hills have returned into my late Monday nights.