Why the hell is art so damn expensive?

It really pisses me off.

Physics, Botany, Yoga, World History, Psychology...I can learn all of these from books. Books from the library, no less.

Dance, Ceramics, Photography...the things that I'm most passionate about, I need money.

Money I sure as hell don't have.

I get so stressed out thinking about college and art and traveling, everything I want to do, because it costs so much effing money.

I realize being poor has it's advantages. For example, I know the value of money, and I'm not materialistic. At least, not as materialistic as most people. I only ask for one present come Solstice time, and it's something I really want or need.

However, being poor means that I can't do art. I can't afford photography. I can't afford ceramics, dance, music. I have to save up for college. I have to save up for traveling. For my house. For my business.

Sure, I can get a job. Believe me, the first thing I do in Chicago will be search for a job. Maybe two.

But minimum wage jobs don't cut it with everything I want to do.

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I suppose I could just let things run their course. I'm quite positive that if there is anything I want to do that is good for me, I'll find some sort of way to get the money in time.

But that doesn't stop it from being stressful.

Ugh. I'm going to go do more yoga before I get so tense I can't move. =p 

Today I learned a very valuable lesson.

Never  walk barefoot on cement sidewalks when it's hot outside.

Blisters.

I won't be going anywhere for a while.

There's just too much arguing between religions.

 My best friend is Catholic, and last night we were talking about the end of the world. What it might be like, what might happen after.

Surprisingly, we have many of the same ideas.

Here we are, the Catholic and the Pagan, two known enemies.  Best friends, with close to the same ideas.

I think that every god is the same, but ideas differ about how to deal with her from person to person.

I don't understand why everybody else can't accept this. 

So, until labor day weekend (when I shall be transporting myself to Chicago to join the rest of my family), I'm living with my best friend Lena. I get my own room with a television and DVD player, two objects I haven't had to myself since the age of 12, and access to tons of interesting books and activities.

And food. Let's not forget the pounds of healthy food stocked up in that kitchen. Not to mention the fact that I'm a two minute walk away from the Co-op.

 Anyway, from 8-3 on weekdays, I'm stuck here by myself. So, as boredom took it's toll the first day, I decided to picj up the yoga supplies and try it out for myself.

I've inly been doing yoga for three days and I feel wonderful. Normally my back is super stiff and I have a hard time standing up straight, but already I'm becoming much more aware of my posture and I'm feeling wonderful, in general.

Haha, I sound like a yoga advertisment.

My body just feels great lately, and I love it. Not only because I started doing yoga, but a couple weeks ago I gave up soda. The fact that I mostly only eat organic things could also be helping.

Well, I must go now. It's 11:39 pm, and I'm due to watch Queer As Folk while talking to my sister over the phone.

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