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.