Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Sunday, June 5, 2011

i think i want to write a zine...

i usually make zines full of comics and drawings and little writing. this time i'm going to do the opposite. one thing about quitting my job is i hardly ever really get to talk to people. so my thoughts clot and when brian gets home i vomit too much information at one time for a person. this is just my rambling so don't expect much, but this is a little bit of it....

i don’t know where i want to live anymore.

i don’t know where i want to be. where i want to live. that’s a huge deal. think about it. where do you want to spend your time on earth? i would love to study art in paris, and travel europe during my summers off. is that possible?

those little glories that are offered in life.

do you think god invented money? that’s some fucked up game.

make man.

make woman.

make temptation

make money.

thanks, asshole.

speaking of which, notes on being an american.

here’s the scene..i’m the only white girl in the class full of many cultures...we’re learning history. i’m the corner dunce with an apologetic sigh to offer.

don’t worry , years from now i will be paying for the dues of men and women who were never my ancestors, but yet since i am a caucasian human i am in the cartagory of “bad” and or “evil” .

if you want to get me for anything, i’m german, but my family wasn’t involved in that junk associated with germans either. so fuck off.

how abou thtis, i deserve a little compensation for my troubles of growing up as an american dope.

send me to school, dicks. are you kidding me? $24,000 a semester? what does a part time student usually pay? oh i see the entire fee for “campus health” is for all students. huh. thanks, click.

damn. so... maybe can i get finacial aid?

oohhhhh i see , my parents make too much? how about this......... (takes in deep breath)

my parents have been scraping by pay check to pay check paying off school loans, taking care of a child ( in my mother’s case two) , paying rent, an not to mention taking care of themselves, since i can remember. the first christmas they could actually buy me some things i freaked out crying because there was an abundance of crap i hadn’t recognized.

since i started my teen years my parents have been working towards careers that most people start running to in their twenties.And now my parents, yes , they are great successors.

With new families.