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i have been home for approx 16 hours.
who was i kidding when i said moving home for the summer was a good idea?
my mother has just stated clearly that it isnt.
i'll die here. die.
and i dont think im being dramatic.
why is it that money always talks?
my parents will sometimes be giving and generous with their money and offer it to me "to do whats best for me" but only if its what they think is best.
i want to take more acting and singing classes.
mom will only accept that the one flyer she saw in the times magazine for New York Film Academy as the only class i can take.
waa waa waa poor little rich girl.
She knows nothing aobut theatre.
she knows nothing about living in the city-
even though i spell out clearly how much money it is- how i dont have anyone at the moment to move into the city the day after graduation, how i've never waitressed before and can't really expect to be hired in NYC as a waitress or bartender, how i need MONEY before being able to live in the city, how if i don't go into the city with some kind of savings i won't be able to last and how the jobs i want - the entry level jobs for my career don't pay anything.
she wont accept any of that. she thinks its totally feasible for me to find an apartment, a roomate, a job at a "compnay" (whatever that means) that pays $60,000 a year the day i graduate.
since ive made the decision to move home i've wasted time by not sending out resumes and headshots and blown auditions consciously because i thought moving home was the best idea for me financially.
and now?
its march 22.
i dont have a summer job.
i am not welcome home for much longer than a week come may 28th.
i was getting excited about the prospect of spending a summer with my sister, with friends that i haven't seen since graduation, with the eklunds, taking dance and voice classes, organizing my life before moving into the city, attempting to support myself financially.
and now what? back to square one.
and you expect me to write a paper on indian philosophy instead?
this stinks.
who was i kidding when i said moving home for the summer was a good idea?
my mother has just stated clearly that it isnt.
i'll die here. die.
and i dont think im being dramatic.
why is it that money always talks?
my parents will sometimes be giving and generous with their money and offer it to me "to do whats best for me" but only if its what they think is best.
i want to take more acting and singing classes.
mom will only accept that the one flyer she saw in the times magazine for New York Film Academy as the only class i can take.
waa waa waa poor little rich girl.
She knows nothing aobut theatre.
she knows nothing about living in the city-
even though i spell out clearly how much money it is- how i dont have anyone at the moment to move into the city the day after graduation, how i've never waitressed before and can't really expect to be hired in NYC as a waitress or bartender, how i need MONEY before being able to live in the city, how if i don't go into the city with some kind of savings i won't be able to last and how the jobs i want - the entry level jobs for my career don't pay anything.
she wont accept any of that. she thinks its totally feasible for me to find an apartment, a roomate, a job at a "compnay" (whatever that means) that pays $60,000 a year the day i graduate.
since ive made the decision to move home i've wasted time by not sending out resumes and headshots and blown auditions consciously because i thought moving home was the best idea for me financially.
and now?
its march 22.
i dont have a summer job.
i am not welcome home for much longer than a week come may 28th.
i was getting excited about the prospect of spending a summer with my sister, with friends that i haven't seen since graduation, with the eklunds, taking dance and voice classes, organizing my life before moving into the city, attempting to support myself financially.
and now what? back to square one.
and you expect me to write a paper on indian philosophy instead?
this stinks.