Wait.

9.14.09

No less than two hours after I last blogged, I received a call from my grandmother explaining that my father said he will pay for Arrojo. So, I'm going to beauty school in exactly two weeks.

I'm back in Staten Island after a very interesting last week for RA Vue in Purchase. I did my best to make it that I would allow myself to go back there.

I have no job and have absolutely no clue when the next time I will be getting paid will be.

Everybody should go out and see Inglourious Basterds because it may just be my new favorite Tarantino film. Walking out of the theater, apparently everyone was woosy from the gore.

I had a warm fuzzy feeling in my belly.

So naturally, I am going to watch some Kill Bill 1 & 2 to get my fix on.

Rated P for Personal.

Figuring out one's life is harder than you think.. Seriously.

Since I've last blogged, I've handed over cash to Arrojo Cosmetology School which is in Soho. The conflicting issue with enrolling into this school comes serious financial responsibility. I can only take out a personal loan in which I would have to pay every month. However, the class starts on September 14th.

Paul Mitchell wants a huge deposit in tuition to hold a place, however, I'm 75% I could take out a career loan from Sallie Mae and defer that until next August. I could take a small loan out from HSBC to pay for the deposit. The class starts in November.

CVS in my neighborhood will most definitely hire me for minimum wage. Starbucks in Westchester will have me back in the fall for a lot more than minimum wage. So.... I have two options:

A.

Go to Arrojo, take out a loan and work Starbucks on the Weekend/crash in Westchester. Maybe work at CVS too. Totaling 55hours at least of work. 69 if you count commuting. PLUS homework. I don't know when I'd sleep.

Positives of Plan A:

- #1 School

- I'll be having fun in a place that's closer to where I want to work.

- Working in an area where I will see a lot of friends (soho/purchase)

- Will be able to search for apartment and real job by May.

Negatives of Plan A:

- Sleep?!?!/Where will I get energy to hang out with friends?

- I'll probably get sick because I won't have any rest.

- I will be that "senior who never left" for at most a year.

-Definitely no time for side projects for 7 months.

B.

Attend Paul Mitchell's Cosmetology School. Work at CVS for minimum wage. Totaling anywhere from 40-50 hours of work. 10 hours of commuting. I could work at Starbucks at Purchase from Sept - November. I would probably have to take out a loan for the enrollment deposit, but I could pay it off with working.

Positives:

-Nearby.

- #5 School.

- I'll be having fun.

- Possibility of hanging out with friends more.

Negatives:

- Help! I'm stranded on Staten Island!

- I won't be able to work until July.

- Would have to take out two loans.

- I would definitely lose the deposit I gave Arrojo already.

Your thoughts?

This is like a terrible math problem.

Watch it.

Tentative, most probable plan for the future:

Work retail for the next year

Paul Mitchell's Cosmetology until Jul 17 '10

Move out Sept 2010

I've hopefully landed a TA job that will help me save money for the rest of the summer. The more money in my bank account come August 19, the better. I hope to have landed a job on SI by then, but we'll see.

I've decided to go vegetarian again. With the exception of fish.. So I guess I'm pesce-tarian.

I'm considering going blonde again and cutting off most of my hair. Stay tuned.

ineligible and intellectual

Safe to the say, this will be my favorite album of the summer:

I'm listening to it right now and I LOVE it.

Despite the rain, I'm a little in love with the past few weeks.

Hawk off.

My diet: avocados, coffee, & croissants.

You gotta start somewhere.

Morning #3 in the reshall complex office, a18.

Long day planned. Currently I have the shades closed, and due to the faint glow reflected on the wall behind me, I am imagining that it is sunny out. I've already checked for sun three or four times and it's just a really bright fog. I know better now.

So in my world, it's sunny. It's sunny and I am cooped up in the office.

I just checked the weather for tomorrow.

Rain.

ANYWAY, I've moved onto more summer reading:

Borrowed from Russell, I haven't read any of his other stuff but I figured a series of short stories is exactly what it takes to keep my ADD-proned mind interested.

Last night I dreamed I was visiting my friends in brooklyn. These dreams entailed pizza, travel via balloons and macaroni & cheese lava.

I guess I'm just a 6 year old at heart.

Who wants to see Up again?

Post 2.

I'm thinking in words today.

My best guess as to why, is because I have been reading so much these days. You'd think since I spent four years in school, that I would be used to this. I guess when you don't read for fun you read one eye and out the other (....?).  The point is, though, is I'm thinking a lot. And whatever I'm thinking, I'm thinking I should write it down. But as soon as I think this the words have escaped me and I'm left with a blank screen.

I haven't read or written this much since High School. Before I turned 17, I would be reading something new constantly. I'd write every day, and if it wasn't mine [/personal] I would post it online. College strikes and, well, I stopped doing work.

Paying for college is paying for an extended vacation entitled Childhood. You're just fooled into thinking you're learning and that you have "Serious" responsibilities. But once your pay period expires you're thrust back into the real world. Sink or swim, it's not their problem.

I don't know why I'm writing here again. I just want to write, but I have nothing specific I want to say.

I just want other people to know what I think.

...I just want to think.

Don't even bother because I don't live here anymore.

Disabling Facebook from sending me e-mails, I thought, should be liberating.

I'm sending out too many resumes and applications, and coming back to an inbox full is just full of false hopes. Truth is, I don't care that so-and-so wrote on my wall and I don't need the stress that comes when what's-her-name tags me in a picture. I can discover all these things out when I log on, when a little flag pops up and notifies me. 

20 e-mails less a day, and I'll be free.

Except, now my inbox is empty. And that is just depressing.