boring

I haven’t updated much as this weekhas been pretty awful for me. I’m tight on funds, my friends all rely on me, it’s stressful, and it’s not easy being the one people turn to when they break up with their hooker girlfriend and get kicked out of their house and need somewhere to go, or just aren’t there. Also stressful my phone breaking, having no ids, and starting school. This movie project I was stoked abut was totally not creative or worth working 9 am - 2 am with a shitty check. Work friday was good for Labor Day though.
And school is awesome. Amazing how much more fun learning is when you don’t do drugs[I’m still clean since people have been asking…]. I’m off academic probation sort of and I’m really excited for all my studies. I’m taking French 1, web design, large format photography, art history, and human sexuality.

French men.
I get off work Friday around 3am and head downtown to Trash and the second I walk in these two things[boy in blue is non-offensive] these two things make eye contact with me. And by eye contact I mean come hither man stare that made me feel like I caught an std. They were kind of lurked me for an hour before I decided to investigate. First things first, what in god names are they wearing? Didn’t this look die a slow painful death at Misshapes two years ago… And they were dirty…like dirt under the nails, you need a shower dirty. They than procceded to try and convince me to after party with them and told me they were in a rock n roll band. They also told me I look like a rockstar[I’m wearing a shirt with a dolphin on it…seriously] and kind of followed me around. So grimey.
I don’t know….weird dudes.
Foreign men are always hitting on me…I don’t mind if you’re hot and have a brain.