I'm taking an "art journaling" class and i thought this would be the perfect "literary journaling" type of thing to go along with it, to cross pollinate if you will. I mostly just want to be blog friends with Barbara, that's why I'm here. I feel out of place blogging, but hopefully as I mature into an adult i can grow more and more narcissistic and indulge myself in the depths of my soul.
After going through a very long, tiring, and absurd FUNK, I have emerged from the muck and am feeling much brighter in every way. The sun, the wind, the amazing amazing trees are all helping and I am embracing some new opportunities. So I feel less like I'm being swallowed into a spiraling pit of stagnant hopelessness and more like I'm actually going to do shit with my life. so: victory is already half mine. oh.. and I'm reading a self-help book and I'm not sorry.. because it's sooo good and I'm going to make sooo much money and be great either again or for the first time. basically.
I'm taking the next semester off from school. I'm going to sell earrings and work as my mom's assistant. That may sound lame, but I have literally never been so relieved/excited. Not that i was working incredibly hard at school or my non-existent job, but I was still handcuffed to st johns river community college and I'm not anymore, so BAM! I am free and I am happy. okay. I have to finish reading all 12395 blog posts of barbaralevia now. thank you and goodnight.
