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So, as usual, I apologize to my few but wonderful dA friends for the poor upkeep and general laziness regarding this account. Don't expect it to get any better, either, because school's about to start its relentless thrusting into my anal cavity once again. Besides the soul-consuming all nighters, the semester went fairly well and I'm doing a great deal of experimentation with style and such, which I won't be posting because Fuck You, that's why. Also, it's pretty in Savannah. Thus far I've managed to not only somehow pass all my shit, but make the dean's list as well. My cynical side (which is most of me, actually) is assuming the majority of students get on this too. I'm finding that the toughest thing about school isn't school at all, but carrying the tremendous weight on my shoulders of student loans and the pressure of somehow landing a great job upon graduating. Thinking about this has got me really upset, and no should be upset on Christmas, so I'm going to pop a Zquil, watch Sooper Troopers and curl myself up into a burrito of sadness.
Another Move
Nothing particularly interesting or new is happening in my life, aside from a change in location. I'm now attending PNCA in Portland and damned excited about it. If you'd like to hunt me down, have at it. I need the company.
Accepted!
Today I found out I've been accepted into Savannah school of art and design, and with scholarships! I'm almost positive it's because I somehow managed to get all A's last semester without sacrificing my soul to Satan (okay, maybe a little). It seems like everything is falling into place for me academically. At first, attending college in a city of strangers all the way across the country was a concept frightening as all hell, yet after this past year of living on my own that fear has metamorphosed into a passionate curiosity. I have developed a taste for freedom and a need for challenge.
First thing's first: I am going to miss my friends and
The feety pajamas of wrath
Whelp. I am not going to die.
I'm not going to be able to make it to San Francisco this year, but I'm not going to die.
Actually, I'm excited about staying.
I'll even get to keep Alice, my kitty, because I'm moving in with one of my friends. We are dorks who spend way too much time on Tumblr. Here's what we do: http://lettersbythethousands.tumblr.com/post/25769943530.
I anticipate a summer full of air mattress river rafting, camping, festival escapades, late-night movie excursions, epic creation and portfolio building, as well as doing some more costume/painting stuff this time as an actual job, which will be amazing. I love working on
Desperate
I can't stand this. I don't know who to tell about this, so I'm telling my journal. My mom can't afford our house anymore, the house I've lived in since sophomore year, and she and my sister are moving to a city 2 hours away. The house is going on the market tomorrow and I've got a month to pack up all my belongings. This is my last year of high school and I won't have anywhere to live when they move away. I don't have a job or money for an apartment, and I recently found out that I won't be able to afford the college I was going to attend. I don't understand why she's acting so upbeat about this whole situation, talking to me all happy about
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Well damn. Sorry to hear how shitty it's been. :U I sure as hell understand.