Irony is for suckers

I just read a bunch of my old journal entries....


why were any of you friends with me? You weirdos....:-/

I got no motivation
Where is my motivation?
No time for the motivation
Smoking my inspiration

This is my prediction for the future

- Get into some art school (pratt, university for the arts, mica), either that...or I might end up at Towson.
- If I go to an art school I'm going to take out a ridiculous amount of loans
- I will go to college and try my best to eat healthy and probably will end up eating ramen noodles everyday due to being broke and gain the infamous "freshman fifteen"
- make lots of movies that will cost me a lot more money than they'll ever make me.
- try to be an actress and get brutally rejected
- I will graduate and become a stripper until I can find a decent corporate job which my art education did not intend for me. (this is after I lose my "freshman fifteen")
- I probably wont be able to lose it so I'll probably be a waitress...
- Spend the rest of my days paying off college loans
- get married to my sugar daddy which my mother will arrange for me. Because that is her plan for me....to meet a sugar daddy, no lie.
- Have lots of babies
- Die without having fulfilled my feminine mystique.


Oh jeeze, that sounds so depressing. But I was kidding about the sugar daddy thing. I'll end up doing something I like someday, just probably not in the next 20 years. I'm not too upset about it, I mean thats life. Its just hard to grasp I guess; being told all your life that all you have to do is get into college and success will be waiting as soon as you graduate. Especially for us liberal arts kids...I dont know. It will all be OK.

It will all be OK.