I know I haven't written in a while. I just felt like writing today, or tonight I should say. I'm still at the bookstore but I am going back to school. I have my art history class on the 18th of this month. I am really happy to be getting back to all that. I really did miss school. I say that now, but just give it a term and I will be sick of it again. I'm just not a good student. I don't like to study and I have homework...but I guess everyone does right? I'm trying to get into UCLA for their art program. Photography really. I was kind of thinking of becoming a photography teacher for high school of college. That would be really cool. It was my high school teacher that got me into it. I will never forget him. He was a really cool person and I remeber we (as a class) went to the Santa Monica beach to take picture of shadows and shapes. It was a lot of fun.
I am supposed to be at a meeting for work right now but I just don't feel up to it tonight. I have to be up at like 6:00am tomorrow morning for work. I am working downtown tomorrow for LA Market (fashion). My mom does that for a living so sometimes when she needs help I help her out. I make more money working there too so that helps me. I don't really like doing it though. A bunch of bitchy women and their daughters telling me what they like and don't like. Like I really give a shit. I just don't like the way they talk to me you know. Like I'm nothing important to them. Not a happy place to work for me. At least at my job now I know what I'm talking about and shit. Books I know about books, what is the newist style this week? No idea, and I don't really care either. I like what I like and I really don't care if it's in style or not. Cloths are the least of my worries.
I really hope I get into UCLA. When I do I am going to quit my job. I just really need to get out of there. I have been there for almost two and a half years. It's getting to me. It's making me a unhappy person, and that's not me. I am for the most part a pretty damn happy person. I mean we all have our bad days right? My godfather just died on Friday so I am really upset about that. He had MS and was getting a weak heart. I've never seen my godmother cry...it broke my heart to see her that way. My godbrother was a mess, he didn't cry but I've never seen him so sad. I mean he was trying to play it off, I don't think I could have done that. If my dad died I would too. He was my dad's best friend you know. The funeral is on Saturday. I really hate funerals, I mean who doesn't but I really don't like them. It will be the first this year and I hope the last. Man, life is so short. I try to enjoy everyday I am trying to think better/happier thoughts. It's hard for me sometimes. I know it will get better but I am already dreading this Saturday.
I am supposed to be at a meeting for work right now but I just don't feel up to it tonight. I have to be up at like 6:00am tomorrow morning for work. I am working downtown tomorrow for LA Market (fashion). My mom does that for a living so sometimes when she needs help I help her out. I make more money working there too so that helps me. I don't really like doing it though. A bunch of bitchy women and their daughters telling me what they like and don't like. Like I really give a shit. I just don't like the way they talk to me you know. Like I'm nothing important to them. Not a happy place to work for me. At least at my job now I know what I'm talking about and shit. Books I know about books, what is the newist style this week? No idea, and I don't really care either. I like what I like and I really don't care if it's in style or not. Cloths are the least of my worries.
I really hope I get into UCLA. When I do I am going to quit my job. I just really need to get out of there. I have been there for almost two and a half years. It's getting to me. It's making me a unhappy person, and that's not me. I am for the most part a pretty damn happy person. I mean we all have our bad days right? My godfather just died on Friday so I am really upset about that. He had MS and was getting a weak heart. I've never seen my godmother cry...it broke my heart to see her that way. My godbrother was a mess, he didn't cry but I've never seen him so sad. I mean he was trying to play it off, I don't think I could have done that. If my dad died I would too. He was my dad's best friend you know. The funeral is on Saturday. I really hate funerals, I mean who doesn't but I really don't like them. It will be the first this year and I hope the last. Man, life is so short. I try to enjoy everyday I am trying to think better/happier thoughts. It's hard for me sometimes. I know it will get better but I am already dreading this Saturday.
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