Litter Bin
So here it goes, one long entry...
I always want to write, to put down what I think, put down what I see, what I feel...and then I mix them all up in the big litter bin of my mind like a frustrated final essay exam crumpled up and tossed. Sometimes I write because I want someone to read and maybe understand me or care, other times to prove to myself the events of the passing days, and offcourse to rant.
Part 1 - Situation
Financialy: I am poor. I spend too much money on alchohol! Its overrated, still overdone and yet it's a routine you fall into so easily living here. Everyone is an alchoholic! I don't know how people would exactly define an alchoholic but I would just say they drink a little more than half of the week. Anyways, most of my money goes to rent and food. C'est la vie. But hey, I still manage to buy myself $250 (k, so it was like 130 with my discount) jeans at Diesel.
Age and Sex: I am still a woman, heh. Age, well its all a mirage. Factually speaking, yes I'm born in August 18th, 1987, but my ID states that I am a 24 year old Capricorn. Not to forget the oldest I have been guessed is 27 (age defying cream time?) and the youngest 22. At least not one doubted that I am female.
School: Yes I still go to FIDM. I thought about leaving. Didn't. 9 k on my shoulders, no thankyou. Registration for next quarter is in 2 weeks. Byebye "bum life" (analize_no) of the past 2.5 months.
Body: Still a little pudgy and still weak. Though I am slowly but surely getting inked. Thankyou Jason S. at Picture Machine.
Job: Diesel San Francisco how I may I help you? Yes, I sell expensive Italian clothing to rich people and hipsters (yes, you can be both a hipster and rich too). It's good. I have a nice discount and great coworkers. Infact we can get very close at the Diesel Planet. Give us a little bit of alchohol and wallah (this is all me winking at myself for being a moron). *side rant: I hate cocky men.
Part 2 - Status, updates...
I might finally be learning how to ride a bicycle and not being an imobile idiot. I know how to ride, just not good. I am not ready for the vicious streets of taxi drivers, hobos, and unstable lights, haha...how I can just see myself smacking into everything in sight. It's not like I have the money to buy a bike right now but I plan to later. Damn, I'm turning into one of them!!!!! Soon, I'm going to have a messenger bagpack. Someone save me for I don't want to be that effin "cool". Well either way, even if I did get a bike I would not get a fixed gear.
Romantically (fuck)? Nothing. I mean, my roomate asked me the other day if any of "them" make my heart race. I didn't really answer. Honestly though the answer would be no. It was only at the begining when I first moved to the city and met Will. But not since him. I've met great people, people that made me laugh...friends, aquaintances. But no heart racing here, lol. I'll leave that shit for other peoples lives and the movies. Then again nothing makes my heart race more than a burrioto with extra guacomole and salsa. Theres a lot spice in life, oo baby.
Part 3 - Wants
Human nature, always want want want more. Well, I am trying to save money so I can get my tats finished. I still have so much more work to be done. I also have this very large list of books I want to get! I really want to get more works by David Sedaris. He's way too entertaining. 'Barell Fever'...I was laughing my ass off. I also want to get more russian lit, and more Charles Bukovski. Ah, I want to buy the entire borders book store so it can be my Robinson Cruzo island. I'll stay isolated there forever drinking chai and escaping to others worlds (weeeee). The urge to hit myself is a little overwhelming at the momment. Ok here, to make things easier, I want $$$.
I also want to get a new place. Time, and again, money.
Part 4 - Random
More and more things piss me off. I just can't help it. Mostly it is myself. But seriousely, I am turning into a very negative person. For example, last night...nm. You know what annoys me the most? those big posters they have mounted on bart with faces of people smiling thanking you for riding on bart. I do not want to stare and some womans scary face for forty five minute bart ride to my parents house just because I ended up on a bad seat on a busy day, lol.
I don't like sunny days and would like them to go away. Yes. The end.