My future

I remember when I was on the art class, listening the teacher. My eyes were on the board, looking every little part of the paintings we could see. The teacher was speaking when I forgot the word: all my attention was for the explanation. I was enjoying a lot, learning about what interests me.

When I arribed home I started to think. "I really love arts, I've always known, and it's definitive... I decided to study Arts, and I will!".

Ago few years, a pair, I think, I thought about my future: about what will I do, what would be my job, how I would be... And I arribed to a conclusion. I want to move to my city, Barcelona, to study in Facultat de Belles Arts. In there I will learn a lot of techniques of paintings, scultures, story of Art, and loads of another things. I can't wait anymore! 

Next year I will go to Deulofeu to do the plastic-artistic "Bachillerat", in Figueres. Now, I must wait for 3 years, to become independent and study all I want.

Yesterday I was studying for an Art exam (I did it today), and spent a lot of time reading 20 times the same, not because I coudn't learn it: I wanted to be sure about that because for me, it was a treause. Paintings, are my life. A methode to express yourself... That's why my room has a lot of my works (draws, paintings, charcoal drawings...) on the walls.

If you want to see me happy, give me a paper, some oleos, watercolors or whatever, and I will be working hours.

I'm a deasaster

Today I was doing homework, when I received a message from a friend. I decided to relax me and I then, we started a conversation.

We talked about some strange things, things that I love. I love philosophize, because I'm a person with a lot of different ideas and I need to explain them to others. We talked about madness, what's love, why does people act like that, how's life, why we are like we are right now... And some random facts.

We were in a conversation during 2 hours. They were so interesting, but, it was late, and we were tired. Well, I still feeling tired. I just want to go to sleep, but no, I prefer to write this: because I'm so lazy and I know if I don't do that now, I will do it on Sunday night, and I hate when I do it.

Yes... I'm hard worker, but lazy. And that's not very good. That's why I see like a panda every morning, because I start doing homework late (about 6 PM) and then I study, so I finish at 11 PM. And then I tidy my room, I prepare my breakfast, my bag... Then I look at the clock and there are 11:45 PM. Fantastic, because I get up 7:45 AM every morning, so I only sleep 8 hours: but I need to sleep 9. I'm a deasaster. Well... My bed's calling me. 

See you!