I can hear the whir of another tenats air conditioner but I am not enjoying the perks of the noise. I meant to go to bed earlier but I'm in the midst of some freak asthma attack and I can't lay down, so, instead I'm sitting upright against the wall and typing this on my phone because I'm desperate for a place to get my thoughts out but I'm too tired to get up. That would require turning on the lights and finding a pen and what not.
I'm working fashion week at fiftytwo showroom this week and next. I guess I haven't felt the need to tell people that I'm taking a semester off of school, I keep assuming that everyone knows. Its weird to type that, I've said it out loud so few times. I'm not the kind of person who can go through things mechanically, I've always had too much emotion for a lot of people. What I'm getting at is, I couldn't be in school any more not really knowing wholeheartedly why I was there and that it was the school I wanted to be at.
I live on the coolest block that is essentially all of telegraph compressed in to a micro-block. Crust punks galore. And the best falafel, coffee shops, vintage places, antique stores...everything. I could not have asked for a better apartment. There is a pretty yoga place two doors down, I've been twice this week and I'm obsessed.
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