Art, an expression

What I've realized is something I've pondered over for a long while. Some people can vent their feelings on paper or canvas, and can empty themselves of dark thoughts without actually destroying equipment or stabbing the canvas like a phsychotic freak. It,s about feeling the anger or pain while pouring your enegy into your art. It doesn't matter, really, if the picture doesn't actually match your mood. If it does, you are a true-bred artist. I'm not at that level yet. It's just that feeling, of makng something, and seeing a new world appear at your fingertips that truly count. It gives you this sense of power, a power that can't be perverted. It's a nice feeling, to feel like you have just created a new universe. It's a job well done to know that you have put effort and emotion into something as simple as a doodle, and to watch it come to life.

The only thing that can ruin my euphoric mood is someone snorting snot. And whaddya know, eh? The guy next to me did just that. It's a frikken disgrace to the Chinese people in our school. But I shouldn't complain, no. If my mood lasts the day, I will be thankful to who ever it is up there for making my day a lot brighter.