Holding on to Summer

Today was a good day.
I usually have mixed feelings for the first day of school, but not today. Today I didn't have that haunting sense that this was the end of all my fun. All day was a hop and a skip and a silly joke to something good. It could on account of the day before which reason I cannot explain was rather melancholie. Therefore, today was a release of tensions and divine in that.
My schedule for Tuesdays and Thursdays is as such:
9:00am- Algebra
10:00am- Language Arts
11:00am- Japanese 3, Conversations
12:00pm- P.E
12:30pm- Lunch
1:00pm- Free
1:30pm- Guitar Lesson
2:00pm- Painting
3:00pm- Freedom
It feels like alot but written down it really doesn't seem like much. It just takes so long.
My favorite class times are in Japanese and Guitar. In Japanese there is alot of laughing, seeing as though there are only three student and we are all friends and the teacher is funny. Not the joke kind of funny, but as a person, she's is a nice funny. I said something today that made her laugh harder than I have ever seen her laugh before. I felt accomplished.
Guitar is great because I love guitar. Plain and simple. My new teacher is a rocker. He's nice and I think excited to be working with me, as I am with him. Another teacher came in during my lesson to set something up. Afterwards she came up to me and told she really enjoyed listening. I believe she taches piano. She asked me if I ever and thought about playing the keyboard. I answered with a round-about "no". I think about it but it's hard to followthrough.
Anyway, when I said that, she said "Well, yes, I can see that your guitar is an extension of yourself." And she is right. It's how I deal with life in general. I constantly struggle with this because, since I feel this way, shouldn't I become a musician? I don't want it to be my career. I love writing music and if the chance fell upon my lap I would consider becoming a famous pop-artist, but I love to paint and draw. I love everything about it.
You see the difference between guitar and painting (besides a few very obvious facts) is this:
Guitar and music, to me, is emotion itself flowing into something. It is driven by emotion. And that takes considerable thought and energy to produce a work sufficiantly.
Painting and Drawing is my escape from emotion. It takes me out of where I am, into something somewhere else. There are steps and it takes time and skill, but it's what I love and what I think of most beyond people.
Yet sometimes I wonder if I am right in the path I want instead of taking the path everyone else seems to put me on.
I pray about it alot.

After school I went to the park with Lisa, where we met Brittney, Hannah, and Lauren for some croquet and football. It was a good time. Hannah, Lauren, Lisa, and I all went to IHop afterwards. Lauren and I shared a stuffed frenchtoast. Afterwars they all came over to my house to eat cake and ice cream and watch "Stranger than Fiction".
It was good day.

P.S. I got unlimited texting and was taught how to use T9. I've been texting like crazy and, honestly, feel more loved with every text I get.