Tuesday, September 29, 2009

I wanted to text my dad today really badly.

I love school though. I love painting.
I haven't gotten to any big jump in my painting that's been significant since last spring,
but I am continuing on what I jumped to then.
And I've gotten something, people say that some other painters
want to copy my style. That feels good.
The nursing home still hasn't paid me $400 for working in August.
I really need that now when I am paying rent by myself.
Luckily I got a grant because my dad died and he was paying for my house
though I'd much rather that not be the case,
I'll get that tomorrow; it came just a day after I had to pay rent for next month.
Don't know what's going to happen in the future in many ways.
I guess that's how it always is though?

Amongst all the insanity, I still manage to think about how
no one has visited me at Purchase in the 2 years I've been here
and how I travel hours to see people I only kind of know.

With my mom's stories of what her and my dad did when they were my age
I think that people just don't know how to have fun anymore,
or are too lazy, or don't want to spend money,
I don't know... but they definitely don't do what they used to.


  1. always keep writing. the things you say are never short of something insightful. thank you for giving me the privilege to look inside you, if only a little bit. you're such a talented girl, and one day I really hope Ican come visit you at your school and look at your portfolio and hang around a college campus for the day.

  2. julie! i would love for you to come visit!!