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Things have been good.
Yesterday, I finally bought a HOT pair of gold shoes. I spent a little more than what I was expecting to spend, but they were well worth it. I've been looking forward to this weekend because I'm going to a Japanese wedding tomorrow, and I hear it's quite interesting.
The lady, who's son is getting married, is a customer of my dad's and is pretty filthy rich. She's the jewler of Eminem and Jay-Z!--And a lot more others that I don't even know of. So, it's going to be a pretty huge wedding, I hear. The only reason I wouldn't want to go is that I'll only know a couple people there, and I don't know if I'm going to enjoy that much. I'll be taking lots of pictures, though.
I haven't been to work in a week, and today I go in at 3. I don't even consider Hallmark a real job anymore, since I'm barely there. Tonight, I'm planning on writing my manager a letter about leaving earlier than I said I would. I told her I would stay until the end of June, but I don't think that's going to happen. There are far too many things going on in June, and I know she won't like me requesting a bunch of days off, so it might be better for her to get rid of me. Where does Leda work next, you ask? With the Japanese mobster lady--who's son is getting married tomorrow. She said she's hire me instantly, so all's good. Plus, it's better pay and she doesn't schedule...she says I can just show up whenever I really want to. Amazing? Heck yes, peoples.
I don't usually do countdowns, but fuck. Five more days, and it's all over with. What's with everyone saying they're going to miss it? Of course we'll all miss some things, but I have been looking forward to this all my life. I'm glad I was never really involved in any of the drama, and that I made good friends last year. This year was a drag, but I think I accomplished a lot thanks to the help of a couple teachers. I feel a little revealed to everyone, but maybe that's what I need to get out of my shell. Maybe I needed to show people things about myself that they probably never knew to see who was really the true friend.
I've met a lot of nice people throughout the years. I finally became friends with people I've been wanting to befriend. I entered art contests, and even won a two gold keys from scholastic's. I had my hallway at the art exhibit (which I had been looking forward to for the past three years). And all this lead me to being voted "Most Artsy Fartsy"---which to most people might not really mean anything, but to me it means a lot. It was unexpected because I don't consider anything I do to be considered art, because mostly everything I do is for my own pleasure--I do it because it's who I am, but knowing that people react to it, and even like it means a lot. I didn't even think anybody really knew my name, to be honest. It's nice to know that people recognize you sometimes, even if you're the type of person who doesn't like to be noticed all that much.
I guess the only thing I'm most afraid of after this week is keeping in touch. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I'm terrible with that. I don't often make phone calls, or try to make plans. It's bad, but the whole idea just makes me nervous, I guess. To be honest, it's all because I feel like just because I haven't seen or spoken to a person in a while, they will expect me to be someone different and someone better, when really I haven't changed at all and it will only dissappoint them. Also, I really need my own space--a lot of it, most of the time. I like to be alone. This is a bit ridiculous, but it's my reason for not keeping in touch and nobody seems to understand that. I'm promising myself that I will try to call (and answer phone calls) more often, because I can't let go of some of the people that I have met. I can't isolate myself forever.
Chicago might not happen in September.
Yesterday, I finally bought a HOT pair of gold shoes. I spent a little more than what I was expecting to spend, but they were well worth it. I've been looking forward to this weekend because I'm going to a Japanese wedding tomorrow, and I hear it's quite interesting.
The lady, who's son is getting married, is a customer of my dad's and is pretty filthy rich. She's the jewler of Eminem and Jay-Z!--And a lot more others that I don't even know of. So, it's going to be a pretty huge wedding, I hear. The only reason I wouldn't want to go is that I'll only know a couple people there, and I don't know if I'm going to enjoy that much. I'll be taking lots of pictures, though.
I haven't been to work in a week, and today I go in at 3. I don't even consider Hallmark a real job anymore, since I'm barely there. Tonight, I'm planning on writing my manager a letter about leaving earlier than I said I would. I told her I would stay until the end of June, but I don't think that's going to happen. There are far too many things going on in June, and I know she won't like me requesting a bunch of days off, so it might be better for her to get rid of me. Where does Leda work next, you ask? With the Japanese mobster lady--who's son is getting married tomorrow. She said she's hire me instantly, so all's good. Plus, it's better pay and she doesn't schedule...she says I can just show up whenever I really want to. Amazing? Heck yes, peoples.
I don't usually do countdowns, but fuck. Five more days, and it's all over with. What's with everyone saying they're going to miss it? Of course we'll all miss some things, but I have been looking forward to this all my life. I'm glad I was never really involved in any of the drama, and that I made good friends last year. This year was a drag, but I think I accomplished a lot thanks to the help of a couple teachers. I feel a little revealed to everyone, but maybe that's what I need to get out of my shell. Maybe I needed to show people things about myself that they probably never knew to see who was really the true friend.
I've met a lot of nice people throughout the years. I finally became friends with people I've been wanting to befriend. I entered art contests, and even won a two gold keys from scholastic's. I had my hallway at the art exhibit (which I had been looking forward to for the past three years). And all this lead me to being voted "Most Artsy Fartsy"---which to most people might not really mean anything, but to me it means a lot. It was unexpected because I don't consider anything I do to be considered art, because mostly everything I do is for my own pleasure--I do it because it's who I am, but knowing that people react to it, and even like it means a lot. I didn't even think anybody really knew my name, to be honest. It's nice to know that people recognize you sometimes, even if you're the type of person who doesn't like to be noticed all that much.
I guess the only thing I'm most afraid of after this week is keeping in touch. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I'm terrible with that. I don't often make phone calls, or try to make plans. It's bad, but the whole idea just makes me nervous, I guess. To be honest, it's all because I feel like just because I haven't seen or spoken to a person in a while, they will expect me to be someone different and someone better, when really I haven't changed at all and it will only dissappoint them. Also, I really need my own space--a lot of it, most of the time. I like to be alone. This is a bit ridiculous, but it's my reason for not keeping in touch and nobody seems to understand that. I'm promising myself that I will try to call (and answer phone calls) more often, because I can't let go of some of the people that I have met. I can't isolate myself forever.
Chicago might not happen in September.