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hopesfall.
mae.
the chariot.
team sleep.
dredg.
saves the day.
all really good interviews. all on file. all in my newly updated portfolio. i went to school today and dug through the newspaper archives and made copies of as many things as possible. i have countless editorials, news stories, reviews and interviews, dating back as far as eighth grade (1997). i mean, come on. someone's got to like them and want to hire me as an entertainment writer. an interviewer. a reviwer. something, damnit. i rarely take pride in my own writing... but looking back, organizing. shit, i have a lot of stuff, here... next step is to send out resumes and have interviews where i can show editors my work. please, get me the fuck out of this state. send me to new york. california. florida. somewhere other than here. i've got nothing holding me back.
school starts a week from wednesday. i dread going back and seeing those blank faces of countless students. i don't want to see anyone i know, or have known for the past three years. the memories will be too hard to deal with. i plan on being as socially scarce as possible on that godforesaken campus. just do my work, hide in the library and go home... hail fucking college. the worst four years of my life, thus far.
i attempted to go to a party at the university of hartford last night and just couldn't deal. the frosh had moved in yesterday, and there was this feeling of tension and anxiety in the air that i didn't want to be around. i did that four years ago. I'M SO OVER COLLEGE. the parties, the social bullshit, everything. i had my times. i feel too old, and honestly, too mature to be in those situations. i'd much rather study and spend time with ONE person, whom i deam worthy of having it. but it's just not going to happen in westfield massachusetts. so i have to wait until december.
this will always be home.
by my future is no where near this zip code...
mae.
the chariot.
team sleep.
dredg.
saves the day.
all really good interviews. all on file. all in my newly updated portfolio. i went to school today and dug through the newspaper archives and made copies of as many things as possible. i have countless editorials, news stories, reviews and interviews, dating back as far as eighth grade (1997). i mean, come on. someone's got to like them and want to hire me as an entertainment writer. an interviewer. a reviwer. something, damnit. i rarely take pride in my own writing... but looking back, organizing. shit, i have a lot of stuff, here... next step is to send out resumes and have interviews where i can show editors my work. please, get me the fuck out of this state. send me to new york. california. florida. somewhere other than here. i've got nothing holding me back.
school starts a week from wednesday. i dread going back and seeing those blank faces of countless students. i don't want to see anyone i know, or have known for the past three years. the memories will be too hard to deal with. i plan on being as socially scarce as possible on that godforesaken campus. just do my work, hide in the library and go home... hail fucking college. the worst four years of my life, thus far.
i attempted to go to a party at the university of hartford last night and just couldn't deal. the frosh had moved in yesterday, and there was this feeling of tension and anxiety in the air that i didn't want to be around. i did that four years ago. I'M SO OVER COLLEGE. the parties, the social bullshit, everything. i had my times. i feel too old, and honestly, too mature to be in those situations. i'd much rather study and spend time with ONE person, whom i deam worthy of having it. but it's just not going to happen in westfield massachusetts. so i have to wait until december.
this will always be home.
by my future is no where near this zip code...