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Two years ago, I graduated High School with my sights fully set on my career path in cinematic storytelling. However, at the time, those plans didn't go well. I had spent all of High School - in a word - careless, so of course that would never get me anywhere. I had the passion to pursue what I wanted, but lacked all effort. When my plans after High School did not go as I had hoped and I had to stay home and attend a community college, I felt heartbroken. Was I destined to remain in the same place my entire life, never to realize my sappy dreams? I wasn't going to let that happen. And so, the summer after graduating, I painted my stories, dr

    Whenever I start journals, I always feel like pouring my heart out. I begin journal entries, and just wind up going on and on, rereading them over and over, and even perfecting every little grammatical issue. This time, I'll try to be quick and concise, and not write an entire essay about my feelings and how they're justified by my actions.    My final year of college starts this Monday, and I've been working on applying to three Universities in order to study cinematography. I've maintained a flawless GPA all throughout (because I'm a perfectionist like that), and have unwillingly cut my connections to any friends I have because I'm to

    I previously had wanted to commit to writing a journal entry every week to keep myself active in the animated short which I'm single-handedly working on, but as may be evident by how my last entry was months ago, that didn't quite go as planned. The school storm began raging at full force with test bolts and essay strikes, but I still managed step out with another full rack of 'A's added to my GPA's collection of perfection, even in classes which are above my grade level. So that's something.    That's not to say I've neglected my creative project, but I am still on my opening scene, with my excuse for this being that I came up with an