I'm seriously considering majoring in studio arts. Tinkering with collage lately makes me want to devote my being to... art. Yeah, kill me I quoted Shakespeare. To be or not to be. Seeing Jump- 5 adult men who otherwise could be making hundreds of thousands in a law office- perform.. . my heart flutters. Admiring them and eating the words to Vertigo, wrapped up in these lofty thoughts of the future.. and it seems so clear. Until I start factoring in dollar signs and the thought of living on pork beans. Eeeer. I want so badly to leave a thumbprint on mankind. Not trek to the moon or take a giant leap. But.. something silently beautiful. And remain frozen in time. Ah, the rubix cube of my life. Pro? Immensely relish in doing what my little heart desires. Con? Forfeiting excess. Sustenance on welfare coupons. Possibility of cutting off ear.