when you have no one, no one can hurt you.
yeah, i've abandoned this for the most part. moreso my hectic schedule hasn't let me devote as much time as i'd like to this. but now! now, i'm sitting in my quiet living room, among two little reading girls and one boyfriend whose time is being spent washing the son-dog.
the past few weeks have been pretty eventful. with a weekend trip to florida followed days upon days upon days of working, attending school, and finding zero time to do anything social. even though, when i look at it, i'd rather be spending my time staying busy than dialing any of the numbers in my phonebook.
school has been.. school. waking up, listening to professors blither about what they think they know best. and work has been hectic. the possibility of a bonus upon writing a press release has taken up most of my time there. oh, and i had my "90 day review" last week. one outstanding topic of conversation was my 'fashion sense'. and how it was 'different'. now, considering i'm going to school to one day write for a fashion magazine, i can understand if my fashion forward-ness is a little too much for someone to handle. however, when this comment comes from a woman, barely 10 years my senior, that wears items hot off the sales rack at marshalls, i'm a little taken aback. not to mention the fact that i get a compliment pretty much every day from a client telling me that i wear what the models wear in the magazines we stock at the salon. i've ignored it for the most part but it definitely has taken a toll on the joy that i used to have walking in there every day.
i've got pictures to share and plenty to say but i think i've said enough. i'm ready to new york. and if not new york, back to california. i'm so tired of being in this awkward phase in atlanta where i feel like nothing is ever going to happen for me here.. and if i stay here, i'm going to wither away into a career that'll make me want to off myself. so, to new york or l.a. it is. and it should be soon. hopefully, if i get my bearings on straight and handle my money the way i should be and progress in school the way i have been, things should be looking up within a year or two.
and apparently, i can't move into an apartment that isn't next to a fucking fraternity house.
the past few weeks have been pretty eventful. with a weekend trip to florida followed days upon days upon days of working, attending school, and finding zero time to do anything social. even though, when i look at it, i'd rather be spending my time staying busy than dialing any of the numbers in my phonebook.
school has been.. school. waking up, listening to professors blither about what they think they know best. and work has been hectic. the possibility of a bonus upon writing a press release has taken up most of my time there. oh, and i had my "90 day review" last week. one outstanding topic of conversation was my 'fashion sense'. and how it was 'different'. now, considering i'm going to school to one day write for a fashion magazine, i can understand if my fashion forward-ness is a little too much for someone to handle. however, when this comment comes from a woman, barely 10 years my senior, that wears items hot off the sales rack at marshalls, i'm a little taken aback. not to mention the fact that i get a compliment pretty much every day from a client telling me that i wear what the models wear in the magazines we stock at the salon. i've ignored it for the most part but it definitely has taken a toll on the joy that i used to have walking in there every day.
i've got pictures to share and plenty to say but i think i've said enough. i'm ready to new york. and if not new york, back to california. i'm so tired of being in this awkward phase in atlanta where i feel like nothing is ever going to happen for me here.. and if i stay here, i'm going to wither away into a career that'll make me want to off myself. so, to new york or l.a. it is. and it should be soon. hopefully, if i get my bearings on straight and handle my money the way i should be and progress in school the way i have been, things should be looking up within a year or two.
and apparently, i can't move into an apartment that isn't next to a fucking fraternity house.
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