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IM MOVING TO CHICAGO
mhm. Columbia art school.
Hopefully hopefully this year. If I can register this late.
We are visiting sometime next week, maybe this weekend.
I finally get to do what I fucking love. Performing.
Annndddd. Maybe photo journalism.
But that's what everyone wants to do.
So I don't know.
It could be fun though.
I'm soooo hella excited. And my mom definitly supports me more on this idea than the whole beauty school idea. I was suprised especially since I will be living on my own at 17 more than 4 hours away from her.
It's really scary to see how quick I'm growing up.
But I think it's best I get out of here.
Especially after everything that has been going on lately.
But don't get me wrong, Indiana is amazing and I will always love it more than anyfucking where else.
But I have wanted to do this since I was 3 and I'm finally getting the chance.
Okay so besdies that.
LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING.
Rachel and I went to Muncie to see Justin. We went to Vickys and hung out with Ashley and Mickey. Went to Tonys. He had a big ass house. I had already had about 5 beers. Some guys were drinking skol. Which is hella gross. But I didnt even care. I just started chugging that shit like it was nothing and the next thing I knew I was falling down some stairs outside. TWO TIMES IN A FUCKING ROW. I think I broke my ass. I went down a good 10 or 11 stairs before i could even catch myself the first time. Justin pretty much had to hold onto me like a fucking 2 year old with its mom just to keep me from falling down a third time hahaha.
But the flower he got me. When he said it was big, he fucking meant it. It was about as tall as me. It was pretty though. I was scared to bring it back with me cause I thought it would die. I think he is going to bring it to me this weekend though. If it dies I will kill someone.
I'm tired.
And about to go hangout with Brittney.
Then back home to wait for a certain phonecall to hangout.
You know who you are.
So if you aren't working until like 5 in the morning. Call me. Or get online and IM me.
And that is all.
God why do I detail my journal so much, like anyone cares or even reads this haha.
mhm. Columbia art school.
Hopefully hopefully this year. If I can register this late.
We are visiting sometime next week, maybe this weekend.
I finally get to do what I fucking love. Performing.
Annndddd. Maybe photo journalism.
But that's what everyone wants to do.
So I don't know.
It could be fun though.
I'm soooo hella excited. And my mom definitly supports me more on this idea than the whole beauty school idea. I was suprised especially since I will be living on my own at 17 more than 4 hours away from her.
It's really scary to see how quick I'm growing up.
But I think it's best I get out of here.
Especially after everything that has been going on lately.
But don't get me wrong, Indiana is amazing and I will always love it more than anyfucking where else.
But I have wanted to do this since I was 3 and I'm finally getting the chance.
Okay so besdies that.
LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING.
Rachel and I went to Muncie to see Justin. We went to Vickys and hung out with Ashley and Mickey. Went to Tonys. He had a big ass house. I had already had about 5 beers. Some guys were drinking skol. Which is hella gross. But I didnt even care. I just started chugging that shit like it was nothing and the next thing I knew I was falling down some stairs outside. TWO TIMES IN A FUCKING ROW. I think I broke my ass. I went down a good 10 or 11 stairs before i could even catch myself the first time. Justin pretty much had to hold onto me like a fucking 2 year old with its mom just to keep me from falling down a third time hahaha.
But the flower he got me. When he said it was big, he fucking meant it. It was about as tall as me. It was pretty though. I was scared to bring it back with me cause I thought it would die. I think he is going to bring it to me this weekend though. If it dies I will kill someone.
I'm tired.
And about to go hangout with Brittney.
Then back home to wait for a certain phonecall to hangout.
You know who you are.
So if you aren't working until like 5 in the morning. Call me. Or get online and IM me.
And that is all.
God why do I detail my journal so much, like anyone cares or even reads this haha.