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so i now have a bachelor of arts in english and spanish, so what big deal you wanna fight about it? i've been raking in the dough since i've graduated, but it's a farce because i have to give it all back to student loans. i am fortune's($$) fool, aw nuts.
i ordered this bag a couple of days ago :
and i cannot wait for it, i'm ridiculous.
things are looking pretty good for that job with my mom, it makes me kind of nervous. if i don't get it then maybe i'll go be a bank teller or something. i just want to make some money so i can move on to another place. long island is just...such a trap. being close to new york city has its benefits at times, but most of the time it's just like being stuck in this big giant shadow with a bunch of people who think being from ny automatically makes you worth something. it doesn't work like that. on sunday we were crossing back into new york on the verrazano bridge and the view from either side felt like a choice. to the right was a scene with no lights and no people, just the hudson river with the full moon hanging over it, lighting up the ripples. to the left was the most famous city in the world, all lights, all people. it made me feel like either a bustling city or a landscape would be wiser than the suburban sprawl i currently occupy. i don't know, i saw the choices but it wasn't a decision for me to make yet, i wonder if anyone on that bridge made a choice. i'm babbling.
polaroids like this keep me wanting more from myself and the things that i do. everyone is supposed to have some sort of passion, i just have to find mine. some kind of hobby that just keeps you going and keeps you relatively happy with yourself and feeling useful.
i just want to manage to keep my soul while i toil away in some fluorescent office.
i ordered this bag a couple of days ago :
and i cannot wait for it, i'm ridiculous.
things are looking pretty good for that job with my mom, it makes me kind of nervous. if i don't get it then maybe i'll go be a bank teller or something. i just want to make some money so i can move on to another place. long island is just...such a trap. being close to new york city has its benefits at times, but most of the time it's just like being stuck in this big giant shadow with a bunch of people who think being from ny automatically makes you worth something. it doesn't work like that. on sunday we were crossing back into new york on the verrazano bridge and the view from either side felt like a choice. to the right was a scene with no lights and no people, just the hudson river with the full moon hanging over it, lighting up the ripples. to the left was the most famous city in the world, all lights, all people. it made me feel like either a bustling city or a landscape would be wiser than the suburban sprawl i currently occupy. i don't know, i saw the choices but it wasn't a decision for me to make yet, i wonder if anyone on that bridge made a choice. i'm babbling.
polaroids like this keep me wanting more from myself and the things that i do. everyone is supposed to have some sort of passion, i just have to find mine. some kind of hobby that just keeps you going and keeps you relatively happy with yourself and feeling useful.
i just want to manage to keep my soul while i toil away in some fluorescent office.