This going somewhere I swear

So this past summer I turned 25, which to me is a bit of a mile stone (to others probably not), but turning 25 has had some weird side effects, well it may not be the turning 25, it may have more to do with I finally graduated. I graduated after attending post secondary school for 7 years, in a row, straight out of high school.

So I ll lay down the background that made up the decisions I have made so far... and I ll try and make it quick, I swear
I decided in high school, when I was 16, that I was going to be an artist, the starving artist was such a romantic idea. Who wouldn't want to lead the life of a tortured soul, you is compelled to expose their vulnerability to the world, live for what they do, make no money, dress like their homeless, but the romantic idea here that despite all that, you are forging your own destiny, doing what you want, you are your own boss, and some day you may make it.

For some kids, they wanted to be doctors or lawyers or mothers, I wanted to do my own thing, be confident, not care what others thought, make my own path, and to fuck with the Norms. Money was the last thing on my mind, I never had a care about, how expensive my outfit was, the appearance of my accommodations (as long as its clean), as long as I had the basics I would be perfectly fine. Some times I wonder if it's because I have a weird connotation for things- I make up my own ideologies- if you rich, your unhappy, vein and cold; ect. I have a million, which I know may be weird but at least I am aware they exist in my mind.

I meet with my high school guidance councilor, they suggested Ryerson and The craft College- I wanted to be a fashion designer, which when I look back on it know is hilarious, I was probably the moat un-fashionable person you would ever meet. Age five I would go to school in my rubber boots, tights, bicycle shorts and a dress; which I eventually evolved into waring the most outlandish shit you ever saw- I acquired an old high school cheerleaders uniform from the 50's, you better believe I accessorized that lime green bitch and wore the hell out of it - I eventually went as far as to cut up an old house coat and wore it as a dress to school ( Which I am sure embarrassed the hell out of my parents)