Fuck this shit, I'm outtie
i am sick and tired of school. i can't even take it no more. i mean all of my fucking stress is school based. and of course having a weird ass family doesn't help so most likely my ass is going to move out soon. and i'm probably gonna take my brother with him cause i know he's gonna be happy with me. i actually treat him like an adult. but man, school, i just can't take it anymore.
everything abuot school pisses me off. i mean i know having a higher education can help but fuck! can the classes get any higher than the prof's political views. i mean shit, go against and you automatic fail almost. omg, i hate this shit. i can't even believe that i even went. maybe it's the way i am. i like the way i think and nobody's ideas can get to me, but still, it's too fucking boring. there's no more excitement for me.
but you know, i got my stress reliever. my apprenticship as a tattoo artist really helps me. i just love it. i even love cleaning up! can you believe that! i remember jounir in chem i would draw on the football and basketball players because they got big muscles and stuff so you know, i got a lot of skin to work with. i remember drawing this crazy ass dragon on this huge ass football player named Ricky Jackson. i think he went to tennesse, but yea. the tail wrapped around his huge ass arm and the body around the back of his shoulder and the head ended up on his upper chest. i actually started it during lunch. i was the only asian at the black table. but man, i used a lot of sharpies.
what i really want to do right now, i just want to leave school. period. i don't want to put up with bullshit that i don't like to do. i know i usually say "shit just put up with it" but you can only go so far. fuck, i should have went to FIDM with makia. i would have gotten accepted. fuck, i should have went.
i really don't want to drop out, but this semester is really shit. theres no fucking way i can bring up my grades, it ain't possible. i know i'm withdraw and just start going back to school when i get settled. i ain't got the drive to go to school. it just ain't in me. it might be different if i went to school far away but shit, i'm at home everyday. it ain't working.
but man, tattoos. i really want to do this. i love it, i want to give tattoos so bad because i see people everyday going in and out of the shop. all the calls i pick up and shit, it's crazy. but man, even though cilents go through hella pain, it's amazing how happy they are when it's done. from cover ups to RIP tats, they're just happy to have it. i just can't wait to start inking people. i want to make people happy, because making other people happy makes me happy. i guess that's how i get my joys out of life. but man, the art. and my mentor, byran williams, half white half asian guy. man, he and i click so well it's freaky. like he's my counterpart, only 23 divorcee with a 4 your old kid and a fine ass girlfriend. i mean, i'm happy if i know that i'm going to the shop.
when i'm going to the shop, i'm happy to wake up. that's how i want my life to be.
everything abuot school pisses me off. i mean i know having a higher education can help but fuck! can the classes get any higher than the prof's political views. i mean shit, go against and you automatic fail almost. omg, i hate this shit. i can't even believe that i even went. maybe it's the way i am. i like the way i think and nobody's ideas can get to me, but still, it's too fucking boring. there's no more excitement for me.
but you know, i got my stress reliever. my apprenticship as a tattoo artist really helps me. i just love it. i even love cleaning up! can you believe that! i remember jounir in chem i would draw on the football and basketball players because they got big muscles and stuff so you know, i got a lot of skin to work with. i remember drawing this crazy ass dragon on this huge ass football player named Ricky Jackson. i think he went to tennesse, but yea. the tail wrapped around his huge ass arm and the body around the back of his shoulder and the head ended up on his upper chest. i actually started it during lunch. i was the only asian at the black table. but man, i used a lot of sharpies.
what i really want to do right now, i just want to leave school. period. i don't want to put up with bullshit that i don't like to do. i know i usually say "shit just put up with it" but you can only go so far. fuck, i should have went to FIDM with makia. i would have gotten accepted. fuck, i should have went.
i really don't want to drop out, but this semester is really shit. theres no fucking way i can bring up my grades, it ain't possible. i know i'm withdraw and just start going back to school when i get settled. i ain't got the drive to go to school. it just ain't in me. it might be different if i went to school far away but shit, i'm at home everyday. it ain't working.
but man, tattoos. i really want to do this. i love it, i want to give tattoos so bad because i see people everyday going in and out of the shop. all the calls i pick up and shit, it's crazy. but man, even though cilents go through hella pain, it's amazing how happy they are when it's done. from cover ups to RIP tats, they're just happy to have it. i just can't wait to start inking people. i want to make people happy, because making other people happy makes me happy. i guess that's how i get my joys out of life. but man, the art. and my mentor, byran williams, half white half asian guy. man, he and i click so well it's freaky. like he's my counterpart, only 23 divorcee with a 4 your old kid and a fine ass girlfriend. i mean, i'm happy if i know that i'm going to the shop.
when i'm going to the shop, i'm happy to wake up. that's how i want my life to be.