I've been working in a t-shirt silk screening sweat shop for several weeks now. Unfortunately it's unsteady, I'm like a fill in if anyone calls out. But the money I made in three days was a nice small fortune.
The works menial labor basically. Take the shirt off a dryer and fold them in bundles of twelve. Mind you, the dryer is also drying at 400 degree fahrenheit. So the shirts burn your finger tips. I've gotten used to it by now, so it's only occasionally I'll feel it. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or bad.
I know it may sound nerdy, but I'm looking foward to this school year. Half my classes are electives, and I'm chair of the paint commitee in the drama club.(yeah, big accomplishment) I've got a good idea of what college I'm going to attend. It's an hour or so away from home, still in NY, just a different county. I'm hoping to live on campus in the dorms. But that's after I attend good ole community college first. I'm going to take the summer program next summer and get rid of all my liberal arts.
I've had a confliction of career aspirations lately. I'm not sure if I want to be an entertainment lawyer, or possibly a producer. I'd love to be a producer for bands and stuff. There is a college on LI specifically for music and other entertainment. I do want to go there just to see how it is, but I'm afraid to waste my time and my trust fund on the classes. Yes, I have a trust fund. My grandfather was a very smart Jewish man. If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be going to college.
Oh in other news, I officially hate my family. My father has completely lost his mind with his "Jew for Jesus" trip. It seems every day he gets more and more closed minded about everything. He was going to go beat the s**t out of my b/f for a misunderstanding between me and him(b/f). He's just too far gone, and everything he talks about his "Jesus this, bible that, blasphemy, believe in the lord, god's plan." At dinner, he started ranting about how "Family Radio"(jesus freak radio station) was off the air for the whole day as if the damn revelations was happening. Plus, he yells a lot more and blows his top for no reason. He's getting right up there with my mom awefully quick.
I can't wait till I'm ******** free.
Sincerly,
H.H.
P.S. I'm such a f**.
 Refined Corruption · Wed Aug 16, 2006 @ 05:49am · 1 Comments |
