Welcome back to the land of the Internet.
Ooooh, Facebook is BULLSHIT. I need t get off of there, and back onto here. In a big way. Did you know that I'm part of 90 groups? NINETY. That's ridiculous.
And did you know, dear reader, that I am typing this on a very large, very expensive, very new computer in the Calder lab? Oh yes, that tuition increase is going to more housing and more staff and more good teachy stuff. I'M CALLING SHENANIGANS. Fuck you, GVSU. Fuck you right in the ear. If you can afford Mac version 9000 Superman computers for the entire art center, you can afford some MOTHER-FUCKING AIR CONDITIONING in the Calder living center. Or perhaps plumbing that works. Sons of bitches.
Knowing that, you can appreciate it when I say I am glad as balls to be here and not at home. Jesus H., they were drivingme nuts. I was talking to Lauren, and I agree when she says that maybe my parents are just now sort of realizing that I'm going to be out of there ASAP. Hence the smothering. My mom says that my attitude in the last year has become 'increasingly intolerant' and that I'm the one who's changed, not them. Intolerant? No way!
Perhaps it's due to the fact that my only talent lies in a field where it is common, nay, EXPECTED to have absolutely zero health insurance, live out of a hole in the wall, and starve while you perform work that is neither expressive nor fulfilling.
Maybe it's because I'm a tad worried about paying for my extremely expensive prescription drugs, which have recently been increased with a substance that basically tells my immune system that 'hey, it's cool, you can just leave us alone for now' so when I get a cold I'll be as good as dead. Maybe that's a little thing I have to worry about and I'm sorry that that makes me INTOLERANT.
Or maybe it's because you take every opportunity to point out what a failure I am because I lose things, I'm often late, and I'm forgetful.
Or maybe it's because I'm 23 years old and I'm past the point where you should be treating me like an adult.
Either way, I want out.
deep breath. I don't want to sound that way, it's so ugly and so angry, but I have difficulty expressing these things in my work, so I choose to vent them here. Whenever I try to draw, paint, or sculpt those feelings they always end up...lame.
I'm starting the new semester, only four classes, but three of them are capstones, basically. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be social and how much I'm going to be a hermit, but we'll see. For now I have a few things to do: finish cleaning my room, get some GV counseling about my parents, purchase a meal plan (oh hey, I'm hungry) and work on some cards. Peace.
And did you know, dear reader, that I am typing this on a very large, very expensive, very new computer in the Calder lab? Oh yes, that tuition increase is going to more housing and more staff and more good teachy stuff. I'M CALLING SHENANIGANS. Fuck you, GVSU. Fuck you right in the ear. If you can afford Mac version 9000 Superman computers for the entire art center, you can afford some MOTHER-FUCKING AIR CONDITIONING in the Calder living center. Or perhaps plumbing that works. Sons of bitches.
Knowing that, you can appreciate it when I say I am glad as balls to be here and not at home. Jesus H., they were drivingme nuts. I was talking to Lauren, and I agree when she says that maybe my parents are just now sort of realizing that I'm going to be out of there ASAP. Hence the smothering. My mom says that my attitude in the last year has become 'increasingly intolerant' and that I'm the one who's changed, not them. Intolerant? No way!
Perhaps it's due to the fact that my only talent lies in a field where it is common, nay, EXPECTED to have absolutely zero health insurance, live out of a hole in the wall, and starve while you perform work that is neither expressive nor fulfilling.
Maybe it's because I'm a tad worried about paying for my extremely expensive prescription drugs, which have recently been increased with a substance that basically tells my immune system that 'hey, it's cool, you can just leave us alone for now' so when I get a cold I'll be as good as dead. Maybe that's a little thing I have to worry about and I'm sorry that that makes me INTOLERANT.
Or maybe it's because you take every opportunity to point out what a failure I am because I lose things, I'm often late, and I'm forgetful.
Or maybe it's because I'm 23 years old and I'm past the point where you should be treating me like an adult.
Either way, I want out.
deep breath. I don't want to sound that way, it's so ugly and so angry, but I have difficulty expressing these things in my work, so I choose to vent them here. Whenever I try to draw, paint, or sculpt those feelings they always end up...lame.
I'm starting the new semester, only four classes, but three of them are capstones, basically. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be social and how much I'm going to be a hermit, but we'll see. For now I have a few things to do: finish cleaning my room, get some GV counseling about my parents, purchase a meal plan (oh hey, I'm hungry) and work on some cards. Peace.