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.