Adam's Fault
To tell you the truth, I'm kind of jealous of Diego.
He's an amazing writer, even though I don't always agree with what he's writing about, it always invokes an emotional response from people. Sometimes, after I read his little notes on Facebook, I wonder if he realizes that he has that kind of power. It's a fair thing to be jealous of, isn't it?
I haven't been jealous of talent in a while, you know.
I'm so preoccupied with stupid things that are really none of my business, I think.
I don't really have anything profound to put here, despite being rather inspired. I guess I can start by saying, "Hi. My name is Jenn and I've got a plan. It's not a very good one and it doesn't really help anyone but isn't that nice? I've never had a proper sort of plan before." It feels like it needs more work, to be honest. Like there's a lot of holes where important details should be. I have no stable career, this year of school is kind of a placeholder ... But I'm pretty happy. I'm sounding depressing, maybe. I shouldn't. Who wants to read about stuff like that? I mean real life stuff like that? People don't give a shit about other peoples' problems, really, unless they're interesting problems. My problems are more or less normal. No weird weight fluctuations, no fights with my girlfriends, good relationship with the love of my life.
I'm not shy to say that. I guess those five words make some people squeamish.
I almost have a thousand dollars to my name ... Which is about 600$ short of my summer goal, since apparently that's the cost of my books and supplies for the upcoming year, but I'm still kind of hoping that Seneca was just bullshiting me. Seriously. Almost two-grand for Art Fundementals? And then, in event of taking Animation next year, I'm supposed to pay about two thousand. To be honest, I don't trust post-secondary establishments, moneywise; I'm a big girl and I understand what business is. I can accept that, once I'm out of high school, I'm a bank account, not a person. Is that depressing? If it's a fact of life, does that make it sad? I think it's sadder if you try and trick yourself into thinking that big people care about you as an individual. Small people care about you, isn't that enough?
I forget where I was headed with that thought.
Oh, right. My Plan.
I've been working up in Huntsville for the past month or so at my aunt's laundrymat. It's steady work; it's the nightshift, which is nice. I dread the day I have a proper job that has hours before noon and that might make some people roll their eyes. I'm just saying. I've managed to work for the past year without having a morning shift, and I don't really mind. I might've worked a grand total of three when I was employed at Petsmart. It's ... different up here. I don't want to say "backwoods" but the people definitely have different life goals than people in Toronto. A lot of people seem to be living entirely off of their disability cheques and I really don't know how I feel about that. I figure that I'm only here for August so there's no point in being controversial. I mostly only see these people through work and whatnot, so more of my time up here has been spent on the Internet than talking to these people. That sounds bad. They really are nice people and I do like them. They're just ... different than what I'm used to, I guess. So anyway. The money I've made is going towards school.
Then I'm planning on working Saturdays at the banquet hall during the year. I've estimated I'll make about 300$ a month, maybe 350$. I wanna change my phone plan to prepaid, so that it's only about twenty bucks a month as oppose to fifty-five. I'd like to save up five thousand for next September just because i figure that, if Theo and I have a combination ten thousand, then affording an apartment close to school shouldn't be too hard. That way I don't have to totally panic about rent, either; I'd like to still have the banquet hall job, but I might find something closer that's just as lenient schedule-wise. I'm imagining about 450$ a month each for rent. I just want a one-bedroom above ground thing. Doesn't have to be super prettty, so long as there's no rot and no cockroaches. And no Dennis, which is also mean. But I think I've been pretty clear with Theo on my feelings about sharing lodgings with Dennis and (maybe) Amber. Good lord, that would be hell. I don't think a year, two years is going to make any difference on that girl's maturity level. Don't get me wrong. I know I'm no Mother Theresa and I certainly have no delusions that I'm perfect, but I'm a pretty patient person. That girl is a child who only thinks about her own wants and, from the sounds of it, has no intention of getting a proper job anytime soon. I understand that she's ... three years my junior? But seriously. Dennis can't really be thinking that she'll be grown up enough to move out in the timeframe Theo and I are considering. Good riddance.
On a brighter note, there goes the little boy on a leash.
I remember when that was me.
...
I feel bad, now. I've totally forgotten the amazing thing I was going to say and instead gone on about how much I dislike some sixteen year old.
Cheers.
He's an amazing writer, even though I don't always agree with what he's writing about, it always invokes an emotional response from people. Sometimes, after I read his little notes on Facebook, I wonder if he realizes that he has that kind of power. It's a fair thing to be jealous of, isn't it?
I haven't been jealous of talent in a while, you know.
I'm so preoccupied with stupid things that are really none of my business, I think.
I don't really have anything profound to put here, despite being rather inspired. I guess I can start by saying, "Hi. My name is Jenn and I've got a plan. It's not a very good one and it doesn't really help anyone but isn't that nice? I've never had a proper sort of plan before." It feels like it needs more work, to be honest. Like there's a lot of holes where important details should be. I have no stable career, this year of school is kind of a placeholder ... But I'm pretty happy. I'm sounding depressing, maybe. I shouldn't. Who wants to read about stuff like that? I mean real life stuff like that? People don't give a shit about other peoples' problems, really, unless they're interesting problems. My problems are more or less normal. No weird weight fluctuations, no fights with my girlfriends, good relationship with the love of my life.
I'm not shy to say that. I guess those five words make some people squeamish.
I almost have a thousand dollars to my name ... Which is about 600$ short of my summer goal, since apparently that's the cost of my books and supplies for the upcoming year, but I'm still kind of hoping that Seneca was just bullshiting me. Seriously. Almost two-grand for Art Fundementals? And then, in event of taking Animation next year, I'm supposed to pay about two thousand. To be honest, I don't trust post-secondary establishments, moneywise; I'm a big girl and I understand what business is. I can accept that, once I'm out of high school, I'm a bank account, not a person. Is that depressing? If it's a fact of life, does that make it sad? I think it's sadder if you try and trick yourself into thinking that big people care about you as an individual. Small people care about you, isn't that enough?
I forget where I was headed with that thought.
Oh, right. My Plan.
I've been working up in Huntsville for the past month or so at my aunt's laundrymat. It's steady work; it's the nightshift, which is nice. I dread the day I have a proper job that has hours before noon and that might make some people roll their eyes. I'm just saying. I've managed to work for the past year without having a morning shift, and I don't really mind. I might've worked a grand total of three when I was employed at Petsmart. It's ... different up here. I don't want to say "backwoods" but the people definitely have different life goals than people in Toronto. A lot of people seem to be living entirely off of their disability cheques and I really don't know how I feel about that. I figure that I'm only here for August so there's no point in being controversial. I mostly only see these people through work and whatnot, so more of my time up here has been spent on the Internet than talking to these people. That sounds bad. They really are nice people and I do like them. They're just ... different than what I'm used to, I guess. So anyway. The money I've made is going towards school.
Then I'm planning on working Saturdays at the banquet hall during the year. I've estimated I'll make about 300$ a month, maybe 350$. I wanna change my phone plan to prepaid, so that it's only about twenty bucks a month as oppose to fifty-five. I'd like to save up five thousand for next September just because i figure that, if Theo and I have a combination ten thousand, then affording an apartment close to school shouldn't be too hard. That way I don't have to totally panic about rent, either; I'd like to still have the banquet hall job, but I might find something closer that's just as lenient schedule-wise. I'm imagining about 450$ a month each for rent. I just want a one-bedroom above ground thing. Doesn't have to be super prettty, so long as there's no rot and no cockroaches. And no Dennis, which is also mean. But I think I've been pretty clear with Theo on my feelings about sharing lodgings with Dennis and (maybe) Amber. Good lord, that would be hell. I don't think a year, two years is going to make any difference on that girl's maturity level. Don't get me wrong. I know I'm no Mother Theresa and I certainly have no delusions that I'm perfect, but I'm a pretty patient person. That girl is a child who only thinks about her own wants and, from the sounds of it, has no intention of getting a proper job anytime soon. I understand that she's ... three years my junior? But seriously. Dennis can't really be thinking that she'll be grown up enough to move out in the timeframe Theo and I are considering. Good riddance.
On a brighter note, there goes the little boy on a leash.
I remember when that was me.
...
I feel bad, now. I've totally forgotten the amazing thing I was going to say and instead gone on about how much I dislike some sixteen year old.
Cheers.