A response about accomplishments for the Academy of Art University. Contains some truths about my life.


I don't know if I have any events in my life that I'm proud of anymore. I've entertaining a crowded auditorium with on the spot improved humor, I've called out Dubya's first false presidency on public TV, I've remained free of drugs and alcohol, as well as being polite and behaved while so many youths act like garbage. And yet, I'm 23 years old with little hope of a future, so that kind of negates a lot of past accomplishments. I have a fantastic mind, able to examine and contemplate all the information in the world, free of xenophobia and bias, and I can't do anything with it. I've been unemployed for months and about the only jobs available around here are retail, which I can't even get. When you can't get near-minimum wage jobs, not much left available. As a cause/effect of this, I rarely leave the house that I share with my parents, brother and grandmother.

If there's any accomplishment I could say I've made recently, it'd be that I managed to write my way back into the Academy. Hopefully they won't kick me out for the second and final time before I can actually take an Illustration class. I've had to take so many garbage foundation classes-I just want to learn to draw well. I've read and analyzed theories, histories and artist's works for years on my own, I want to get to doing work of interest. Then I can be an unemployed failure who can draw. Maybe it'll get me chancellorship of Germany.

I could watch Evil Tobey dance all day. Too damn funny.