If I wasn't a CA last year, I never would've met Tron. And I never would've had some of the best times of probably my early twenties and met some of the best people I'll ever know.
For the first time in my life, this year, my "heart" took a serious tumble. However. Due to a very depressing winter because of this, I had no appetite and lost something like 15lbs. And proceeded to look awesome?
But, I mean, it also made me really examine my own self and what I deserve and what I can do better and move closer to some form of self-actualization. Some people with PhDs say that sort of thing is pretty significant.
I also never would've met Shanaz. I don't think I've known a more patient genuine person.
Even though things did not work out with that Neamo kid, he did turn me on to Sufjan Stevens. Who I now love. A lot.
He was also the first person after S who I actually felt anything for. Which is a big relief, after spending a long while on an emotional hiatus. Some people never get out of those.
I got fired for the first time I can remember from a job that honestly I wasn't really up for anyway. But it made me get my ass in gear about pursuing what it is I really mean to pursue.
After realizing that it does more harm than good sometimes, I learned to say no to some people. Sometimes. I mean, more than no times. Which is an improvement.
I was unemployed almost the whole summer and slowly going broke. But I made some of the best prints I've ever. So far, anyway.
I realized that I actually lived on something like $700 all summer. I have no bills, but I had no income either. I am somewhat proud of that frugality. Because I didn't feel frugal necessarily. In fact, the summer was supreme fun all/most the time.
I cut my own hair. I fucked up. But it came out not totally horrible- actually ok! I can now put "cutter of hairs" on my resume.
I tried surfing and totally fucked up my foot on a wipe out. It was badass.
I worked an unpaid internship for 8 months. Ugh. But it got me an agent. Sort of.
After a few less than successful attempts, I learned that there's no such thing as not giving a fuck. Everyone gives a fuck. Or they're pretending to not give a fuck. Because, I mean, if you really honestly didn't give a fuck about anything, I can see only two outlets for you: suicide or finding God. And I think the latter is a real far fetch for a lot of people.
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