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For the first time since I moved out to Chicago, I am actually hopeful about a lot of things. Aside from the whole "drastic lack of cash in January" thing, things are looking up in some aspects. School information is put in, now comes the intense as fuck waiting period. Seriously, how the fuck can they force me to wait that friggen long? I'm making an attempt at not getting terribly stoked on the aspect of school, mostly because I've been fucked over by school so many times before. If i get in, I think I can get out in 2 or 2.5 years. Starting salary is 34,000/year on average for advertising schmucks and I'm pretty sure its something I could be good at, and actually like. The notion of school itself is terrifying though. I haven't studied for a test or written a paper in 3 fucking years. Last time someone told me to do something without me giving them death stares was...fuck..I dont even remember. But I really am hoping that out of it I can learn a lot and become better for it.
Tomorrow, I also have a meeting with Mark Beemer. Mark is the founder of Shirts For a Cure. I have been working my ass off for a long time on this thing and I'm glad it's finally coming to a head. Staff at Hard Rock cafe chicago (well...most of them...) will be wearing these shirts for a weekend. Mark is dropping off the shirts in person as well as a backdrop from Rise against on one of their past tours. I haven't even seen this thing yet, so I'm pretty stoked to see what it actually looks like. If it's anything like one from the last time I saw Rise against, the thing is fucking huge. Tickets will definately be on sale from the 18th-28th at least. 5$ per ticket, 10$ for 3. All proceeds will go directly to the Syrentha Savio Endowment Fund. Please, everyone tell your friends to drop by and talk to me. I will be manning a booth at Hard rock Cafe the majority of the time. Donate to a good cause and you could end up with rad punk rock memerobilia and hell, maybe even learn something. More details and possibly pictures to follow so again, tell your friends and drop by.
Unfortunately, I got word today my gramma is back in the hospital. My dad's quote is "she has a fluid around her heart. she got woozy and passed out, then called me. I then called 911. I think they got most of the fluid out." What the fuck does that mean? fluid around her heart? jesus fuck balls. She is a very proud woman and wont always listen to doctors. just fuck it. she needs to get better. I need to stop letting it effect my social life. It seems like it already fucked with 1 friendship when i couldn't bring myself to go out one night. I can't let it effect me anymore.
Please post the middle part everywhere and tell your friends to stop by. feel free to message me on aim with any questions.
Know how I know you're a nerd? You don't like The Movielife.
Know how I know I'm emo? I'm still waiting.
Tomorrow, I also have a meeting with Mark Beemer. Mark is the founder of Shirts For a Cure. I have been working my ass off for a long time on this thing and I'm glad it's finally coming to a head. Staff at Hard Rock cafe chicago (well...most of them...) will be wearing these shirts for a weekend. Mark is dropping off the shirts in person as well as a backdrop from Rise against on one of their past tours. I haven't even seen this thing yet, so I'm pretty stoked to see what it actually looks like. If it's anything like one from the last time I saw Rise against, the thing is fucking huge. Tickets will definately be on sale from the 18th-28th at least. 5$ per ticket, 10$ for 3. All proceeds will go directly to the Syrentha Savio Endowment Fund. Please, everyone tell your friends to drop by and talk to me. I will be manning a booth at Hard rock Cafe the majority of the time. Donate to a good cause and you could end up with rad punk rock memerobilia and hell, maybe even learn something. More details and possibly pictures to follow so again, tell your friends and drop by.
Unfortunately, I got word today my gramma is back in the hospital. My dad's quote is "she has a fluid around her heart. she got woozy and passed out, then called me. I then called 911. I think they got most of the fluid out." What the fuck does that mean? fluid around her heart? jesus fuck balls. She is a very proud woman and wont always listen to doctors. just fuck it. she needs to get better. I need to stop letting it effect my social life. It seems like it already fucked with 1 friendship when i couldn't bring myself to go out one night. I can't let it effect me anymore.
Please post the middle part everywhere and tell your friends to stop by. feel free to message me on aim with any questions.
Know how I know you're a nerd? You don't like The Movielife.
Know how I know I'm emo? I'm still waiting.