psychotronic

ah yes, the circus....

I got a job as a lighting technician with Ringling Brothers this past summer. Flew out to Georgia, settled into my little trailer, spent about a week working and drinking moonshine in the parking lot of the arena with trapeze artists.
I felt like I was living in a gypsy camp.

I was really loving the job (what stagehand doesn't want to go on tour?), but the combination of crappy pay/crappy living conditions/bizarre lifestyle/general creepiness got to me, I packed a bag, caught a cab to the airport, and went home in the middle of the night without telling anyone.

maybe not the nicest way to quit a job
Of course now I wish i'd stayed longer, it would have been great work experience (and they were going to train me to be assistant to the snake lady if I did, which could have been cool.).

yep, just your standard, run of the mill running away fom the circus story

so now i'm intrigued.
tell me yours!

How sweet I just sit there, literally, off in la-la land while watching and listening. I have a fantasy-prone personality, and so half the time, I swear the video game was real.. It made things alot more fun. My favorite was/still is Legend of Zelda. It floors me everytime and I could sit captivated by it for hours. Unfortunately, those days are no longer

I agree, fuck high school. What disappoints me is my guidance counselor and the VP both know of my deteriorating (if we may call it so) mental health because of the idiotic immaturity of those people and the unhealthy environment the school itself is, and won't do much. What they failed to tell me (until it was too late of course) is that at the end of this semester, in two days (excluding exams), I'll be .25 of a credit short for graduating early. I could have easily just picked up another english class and I could be graduating by the end of the month, and finally free from the shackles. Also, despite the fact that amount of credit is approx. 8 weeks of class, I still need to be registered as a FULL TIME student for the entirety of next semester. The entire office hates me, from the day I literally stormed in and demanded to talk to the VP about this. The only way I can get out early is if I leave in order to go to work. Damn bastards fuck me up the ass either way. I guess I need the money..

I cannot wait to get out, because I know how much happier I will be (and none of this will matter afterwards ) . I swear I can occassionally taste the sweet freedom, so close yet so far away.