Alright... so let me clarify a little.
I've been offered 2 years of college, PAID FOR... and a free place to stay (i.e. my mom's place,) back in Alaska. So... I'm off like a freight train back to that cursed place. Which means goodbye LA for 2 years as I'm going to be doing Summer, Spring, Winter, and Fall semesters up there till I get this thing done. I basically won't stop going to school for roughly 2 years.
I get in.
I study.
I get out.
with a degree in English with Journalism and History minors.
at least I know some people in bands up there, so I won't be fucking bored off my ass all the time. Although that means I'll have to ship my fucking Marshall up there, which is big... and heavy... which means it's going to be pricey.
But fuck it... rock isn't cheap.
In the mean time (is that the right "mean" to use?... I'm a fucking english major and I don't even know,) I'm shacking up at this sublet for the rest of the month. I move in Saturday. Should be cool, the old neighbor was a crack-head and accidentally set fire to the hallway. So there's black marks all over the place. Needless to say I don't think I'll be bringing my $3000 guitar over there anytime soon.
I told my job I'm leaving at the end of the month... and they're sad pandas. Jordan, my supervisor keeps saying "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE LEAVING!!! no one will ever know this system like you do."
I'm not shitting you. That was verbatim. Makes me feel good I made a slight difference there. Even if it was only for a couple of months.
anyway.. I'm rambling.
Sooooo yeah.... I'm going. At least a lot of my friends come up once a year or so around the holidays, so I'll see them from time to time. Except JJ... who only goes to places there are hot punk boys to keep her company and alcohol fueled.
bitch.
I've been offered 2 years of college, PAID FOR... and a free place to stay (i.e. my mom's place,) back in Alaska. So... I'm off like a freight train back to that cursed place. Which means goodbye LA for 2 years as I'm going to be doing Summer, Spring, Winter, and Fall semesters up there till I get this thing done. I basically won't stop going to school for roughly 2 years.
I get in.
I study.
I get out.
with a degree in English with Journalism and History minors.
at least I know some people in bands up there, so I won't be fucking bored off my ass all the time. Although that means I'll have to ship my fucking Marshall up there, which is big... and heavy... which means it's going to be pricey.
But fuck it... rock isn't cheap.
In the mean time (is that the right "mean" to use?... I'm a fucking english major and I don't even know,) I'm shacking up at this sublet for the rest of the month. I move in Saturday. Should be cool, the old neighbor was a crack-head and accidentally set fire to the hallway. So there's black marks all over the place. Needless to say I don't think I'll be bringing my $3000 guitar over there anytime soon.
I told my job I'm leaving at the end of the month... and they're sad pandas. Jordan, my supervisor keeps saying "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE LEAVING!!! no one will ever know this system like you do."
I'm not shitting you. That was verbatim. Makes me feel good I made a slight difference there. Even if it was only for a couple of months.
anyway.. I'm rambling.
Sooooo yeah.... I'm going. At least a lot of my friends come up once a year or so around the holidays, so I'll see them from time to time. Except JJ... who only goes to places there are hot punk boys to keep her company and alcohol fueled.
bitch.
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This town never grows; we've still got the same bars, beers, and bauble shops as always. You're going to think you're in Mayberry compared to L.A.