Well. All my plans of going to school have changed. It's not as much as something happened physically as mentally. I've decided not to go to school here, but in Nashville. I have to get out of this place.
*beware, whiney ass rant coming*
Be sure to bring the cheese to this whine because it's a doozy. I've had alot of stuff on my mind change as of this free weekend off.
Ok. *RANT ON ON ON ON<----echo effect*
I took a vacation day friday so I could drive about 15 miles out of town to a different town to sign up at the college there. Living in such a small town means that you get these little community-esque college that offers quick learning. Blah. So this being my only option at the time (or so i thought) I was to go Friday morn.
I wake up, LATE. I call and ask a few questions, and they say to sign up online. My plan for school went as this. The course I was taking (the architectural drafting) was divided into 3 different sub courses. The first 2 were online capable. I was going to take the first 2 online so I could still work and save money. After those I was going to sacrafice my solo living and move in with my mother, and take the last course on school grounds, fulltime. After that, take my knowledge and move to Nashville, get a job, and live there for a couple of years. After that, question marks.
So I sign up online, and during the middle of all the bullshite I was going through just to sign up and HOPE for financial aid, I asked myself, "what am i doing? This place isn't for you at all. Architect drafting? Sure you paint and draw and stuff, but, drawing homes for the rest of your life? And do you want to stay here in this town that much longer??" I stopped. I'm not sure of what I'm going to go to school for. I'm still uncertain. Music and art isn't exactly a steady profession that you can just sign an application for.
So my life is still an unwritten book. Well. anyway. The actual rant may start now.
Crack heads. Now... some my peeps that actually READ my journal entries and comment, which is usually like 3 or 4 of you, (you guys know who you are
and thanks, I'm glad I have people actually interested in having me as a friend other than a name to make the D area of thier friends list bigger.) have noticed that I have mentioned crackheads quite a few times. I live next do to a crack/whore. The first "crack" part of that word is a fact, where as the "whore" part, *forgive the brutal choice of words ladies* is a rumor. It's absolutely CRAZY over there. I have people leaving her house at ALL hours of the night. If I didn't work at night and sleep during the day I would SOOOO complain.
Well tonight was the last draw. *no I'm not snitching, but I'm afraid a friend will* I was with my friends hanging out, and I get a knock on my door. I look out and I see this fellow wearing a basketball jersey. I open the door to see a familiar face. It's a guy named Earl. I went to highschool with him. He's lost alot of weight *due to the massive drug use* and was high as hell. As a matter of fact, he was smoking a joint when I opened the door. His story was, He ran out of gas and needed a few dollars, which turned into 10 bucks. I told him I didn't have any money on my. One of my friends heard his voice and started to think there might be trouble so he came to the door too. It went from money for gas, to selling weed. Another of my friends bought some from him for 20 bucks just to get him to leave. About 3 to 4 hours later...
Another knock. It's good ol' Earl again. I get my friend that bought the weed to answer it this time, since HE's probably the reason he came back. This time he was trying to get us to buy a 3 carrot gold ladies ring. He was wearing it. HAHA. Anyway, the guys eyes were pure blood. Red as hell. We say no, he's now trying to get my friend that bought the weed to buy ALL of his weed for like 10 bucks. But he'd have to owe him the rest in 2 weeks. I dunno. Anyway. He finally leaves, and I'm sitting here wondering how safe it is to leave my home unattended.
My living situations went from, not having privacy at my other home *which was actually quite private except for the fact my neighbors were relatives, and nosey* to living next to FUCKING CRACKHEADS!! I dunno what I did to recieve this kind of karma but FUCK!!
Anyway, I'm planning on moving to Nashville as soon as possible now and going to ITT at least. Wierd night. My eyes are sleepy but my mind isn't comfortable with that right now. I just want to feel comfortable.
If anybody from Nashville just so happens to read this and would like to help out some how lemme know.
*cheese accepted to go along with the whine*
Later everyone!!
*beware, whiney ass rant coming*
Be sure to bring the cheese to this whine because it's a doozy. I've had alot of stuff on my mind change as of this free weekend off.
Ok. *RANT ON ON ON ON<----echo effect*
I took a vacation day friday so I could drive about 15 miles out of town to a different town to sign up at the college there. Living in such a small town means that you get these little community-esque college that offers quick learning. Blah. So this being my only option at the time (or so i thought) I was to go Friday morn.
I wake up, LATE. I call and ask a few questions, and they say to sign up online. My plan for school went as this. The course I was taking (the architectural drafting) was divided into 3 different sub courses. The first 2 were online capable. I was going to take the first 2 online so I could still work and save money. After those I was going to sacrafice my solo living and move in with my mother, and take the last course on school grounds, fulltime. After that, take my knowledge and move to Nashville, get a job, and live there for a couple of years. After that, question marks.
So I sign up online, and during the middle of all the bullshite I was going through just to sign up and HOPE for financial aid, I asked myself, "what am i doing? This place isn't for you at all. Architect drafting? Sure you paint and draw and stuff, but, drawing homes for the rest of your life? And do you want to stay here in this town that much longer??" I stopped. I'm not sure of what I'm going to go to school for. I'm still uncertain. Music and art isn't exactly a steady profession that you can just sign an application for.
So my life is still an unwritten book. Well. anyway. The actual rant may start now.
Crack heads. Now... some my peeps that actually READ my journal entries and comment, which is usually like 3 or 4 of you, (you guys know who you are
and thanks, I'm glad I have people actually interested in having me as a friend other than a name to make the D area of thier friends list bigger.) have noticed that I have mentioned crackheads quite a few times. I live next do to a crack/whore. The first "crack" part of that word is a fact, where as the "whore" part, *forgive the brutal choice of words ladies* is a rumor. It's absolutely CRAZY over there. I have people leaving her house at ALL hours of the night. If I didn't work at night and sleep during the day I would SOOOO complain.
Well tonight was the last draw. *no I'm not snitching, but I'm afraid a friend will* I was with my friends hanging out, and I get a knock on my door. I look out and I see this fellow wearing a basketball jersey. I open the door to see a familiar face. It's a guy named Earl. I went to highschool with him. He's lost alot of weight *due to the massive drug use* and was high as hell. As a matter of fact, he was smoking a joint when I opened the door. His story was, He ran out of gas and needed a few dollars, which turned into 10 bucks. I told him I didn't have any money on my. One of my friends heard his voice and started to think there might be trouble so he came to the door too. It went from money for gas, to selling weed. Another of my friends bought some from him for 20 bucks just to get him to leave. About 3 to 4 hours later...
Another knock. It's good ol' Earl again. I get my friend that bought the weed to answer it this time, since HE's probably the reason he came back. This time he was trying to get us to buy a 3 carrot gold ladies ring. He was wearing it. HAHA. Anyway, the guys eyes were pure blood. Red as hell. We say no, he's now trying to get my friend that bought the weed to buy ALL of his weed for like 10 bucks. But he'd have to owe him the rest in 2 weeks. I dunno. Anyway. He finally leaves, and I'm sitting here wondering how safe it is to leave my home unattended.
My living situations went from, not having privacy at my other home *which was actually quite private except for the fact my neighbors were relatives, and nosey* to living next to FUCKING CRACKHEADS!! I dunno what I did to recieve this kind of karma but FUCK!!
Anyway, I'm planning on moving to Nashville as soon as possible now and going to ITT at least. Wierd night. My eyes are sleepy but my mind isn't comfortable with that right now. I just want to feel comfortable.
If anybody from Nashville just so happens to read this and would like to help out some how lemme know.
*cheese accepted to go along with the whine*
Later everyone!!
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Yeah, I'd want them to get busted too, no good can come of shady people living that close to you.
that or motion sensor lights on the driveway. scare the crap out of them! big time!
as for school, a good idea could be to start at ITT, and on your first day, go to the Career Center and see if they have a career counselor on staff. if not, go to the counseling center. the counseling profession (and yes, it is different then psychology) started with career counseling. they can help you sort through things to get an idea of some careers to check out that might interest you! so you never know!
good luck with that. and remember, you can always change! hell, I went from Chemistry to Psychology in four years, got my Masters, worked in Higher Education for five years, and now I'm going back to be a high school counselor! so you can always change later on as well!
best of luck! keep things posted here!
and remember....a nice metal bat should clean up pretty quickly!