10/18/2024

Right now I have food poisoning (somebody didn't wash the lettuce right at my fav diner- FUCK!) so it's putting me in the mood to remember this page. I finished another Spring semester of community college, then did my first summer semester, and I realized by the time I started Fall- I DON'T WANNA BE AT THE COLLEGE ANYMORE! It was a deadend bringing me nowhere fast especially after realizing I wanna major in something completely different at an ACTUAL school. So I did a month more and withdrew a few weeks ago. I'm gonna be a graphic designer now. I've wanted to officially start for about a year, but it's something I've been doing since I was 13-14 and my eye for images is something I've had all my life. It means just as much to me if not more than being good at writing has, but the industry is ALSO far more sustainable/flexible. It's also not an industry that can piss me off so much I'd stop doing the thing it's about altogether. Ursula Le Guin was right when she said the publishing industry was being sold downriver. Fuck the river it's buried below hell already. When I started telling people at college I wanted to do GD though, professors AND the boss at my WS immediately shit on me for it and called me a traitor to writers/the arts. Just for saying I want to make graphics. They were like Oh you just want money OR Oh but are you in it for art or just cash? What the fuck is wrong with people. Anyway over the summer I used my disbursment check from back then to buy a cheap Fuji hardtail WITH gears! Gears are new to me I've only ever had my old BMX, so the past few months when I can ride I've been getting used to gears real fast. One night I was riding back from the movies and crashed over some shit a fucking construction worker left in the road- ended up skinning my knees so bad I was raw and bloody for a week. When it happened though my fucking rear tire popped out because of the force. So I'm standing there in the dead of night in pain while the traffic runs around me having to learn REAL QUICK how to fix my only ride home. But yay I did it after an hour and the ride home was easy thanks to the adrenaline. A taxi with a pair of drunk girls passed by just after the crash and asked me if I wanted to ride with them but I turned it down cuz I wanna handle my shit myself unless I'm really fucked. I think in the heat of the moment I didn't realize how much I might be really fucked lol. It was like I didn't feel much at all besides frustration. I'm prepping to apply for my new college and job searching; hopefully next year I'll finally get my motorcycle license too.