Well, things with my grandfather are no worse but also no better.
I decided to stay in Atlanta for the holidays, even if that means I'm alone. Maybe Cypress or someone will need a Christmas bartender so I can make some money and make it seem not so lonely.
My grandfather also is able to see my bank account activity now bc he's my PoA, so every other day I'm getting fucking phone calls from him asking what each purchase is....so actually I guess things are worse.
It's ridiculous. So I'm going to open a separate bank account, in some bank that has free checking and no monthly or annual fees. That way I can hide some money from him somehow.
Like money I make doing art for Cypress: $200 he doesn't need to know about, but also that I feel uncomfortable being all in cash now.
So I figure until I find a job, to make some money, I'm basically going to put myself out there for people to hire me as an artist to do things like that, and maybe even sell something I already have made, or I dunno...taking personal requests, not sure how I'm going to do it. But I know that it wouldn't cost much for supplies since I have a butt ton now sitting around not being utilized lol.
My grandpa also called to ask what SuicideGirls was...he thinks I'm fucked up and I need help. I told him it was a blog. If he Googles it...he'll probably think I'm a lesbian, one more fucking retarded ounce of bullshit to deal with on his end...and he wants me to cancel it. So I need to at least make $12 between now and next month so I can pay for my subscription....as it gets closer, I'll be letting everyone know what direction I gotta go in, in case you all notice that my account expired without me giving a heads up.
I've been trying to ride my bike more. But Atlanta is so fucking hilly and spread out it's hard. this I put together from my ride into the Poncey Highlands, one of those was a cool shot I took driving. Oops.
In an effort to save money I stopped getting my nails done.
I'm liking them not finished more and more. I gave myself a manicure the other night, so now they are a pretty creamy color.
One of my favorite photo apps...
New hair:
Uh...not losing any weight.
Stress. Depression. Depression about not losing weight.
FML.
I wish, when I felt down and dumpy I wanted to go work out. Instead I want to crawl into the fetal position and feel sorry for myself. I need to get out of that funk.
Seriously, if I can just get in 45 minutes 5 or 6 days a week. I would be seeing some awesome..awesome...awesome...results.
So...starting this week. I'm going to stop feeling sorry for myself. I have post-it notes up in my apartment, saying "get out there with the dogs or go to the gym if you're bored." and things like that.
If you're in the Atlanta area and want to meet up 2-3 days a week at Piedmont Park to walk and run....hit me up. It's always nice to have a partner.
For now...that is all.
Time to look for a job.
I decided to stay in Atlanta for the holidays, even if that means I'm alone. Maybe Cypress or someone will need a Christmas bartender so I can make some money and make it seem not so lonely.
My grandfather also is able to see my bank account activity now bc he's my PoA, so every other day I'm getting fucking phone calls from him asking what each purchase is....so actually I guess things are worse.
It's ridiculous. So I'm going to open a separate bank account, in some bank that has free checking and no monthly or annual fees. That way I can hide some money from him somehow.
Like money I make doing art for Cypress: $200 he doesn't need to know about, but also that I feel uncomfortable being all in cash now.
So I figure until I find a job, to make some money, I'm basically going to put myself out there for people to hire me as an artist to do things like that, and maybe even sell something I already have made, or I dunno...taking personal requests, not sure how I'm going to do it. But I know that it wouldn't cost much for supplies since I have a butt ton now sitting around not being utilized lol.
My grandpa also called to ask what SuicideGirls was...he thinks I'm fucked up and I need help. I told him it was a blog. If he Googles it...he'll probably think I'm a lesbian, one more fucking retarded ounce of bullshit to deal with on his end...and he wants me to cancel it. So I need to at least make $12 between now and next month so I can pay for my subscription....as it gets closer, I'll be letting everyone know what direction I gotta go in, in case you all notice that my account expired without me giving a heads up.
I've been trying to ride my bike more. But Atlanta is so fucking hilly and spread out it's hard. this I put together from my ride into the Poncey Highlands, one of those was a cool shot I took driving. Oops.
In an effort to save money I stopped getting my nails done.
I'm liking them not finished more and more. I gave myself a manicure the other night, so now they are a pretty creamy color.
One of my favorite photo apps...
New hair:
Uh...not losing any weight.
Stress. Depression. Depression about not losing weight.
FML.
I wish, when I felt down and dumpy I wanted to go work out. Instead I want to crawl into the fetal position and feel sorry for myself. I need to get out of that funk.
Seriously, if I can just get in 45 minutes 5 or 6 days a week. I would be seeing some awesome..awesome...awesome...results.
So...starting this week. I'm going to stop feeling sorry for myself. I have post-it notes up in my apartment, saying "get out there with the dogs or go to the gym if you're bored." and things like that.
If you're in the Atlanta area and want to meet up 2-3 days a week at Piedmont Park to walk and run....hit me up. It's always nice to have a partner.
For now...that is all.
Time to look for a job.
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i'll pay you for a make up lesson!