Diary
This is where I egocentrically talk about myself. Interesting tidbits here.
FEB 4 2012
So I live in Western Canada, I’m 20 years young and I’m an artist. This is my second year in the bachelor of fine arts degree. It is a lot of work. I pretty much hate all the work I do for school, but love what I do on my own accord. I really like photography specifically, and screen printing.
I am also a server at Boston Pizza. There’s some funny stories there. I’ve been there over 2 years now, thats longer than most people stick around. We’re pretty tight knit though, those of us who have been there for a while. My co workers are probably the only reason I haven’t quit. I really hope art takes me somewhere so I’m not stuck serving for ever. People treat servers like dirt, really. “Just because I’m young and underprivileged and have to work my way through university and up the ladder doesn’t mean I’m working here because I’m less of a person than you.” Thats my unspoken speech for rude customers.
As well as these two occupations, I met a man two years ago who stole my heart. So did his children. I’ll never publish their real names because of privacy, I’ll just say Boyfriend and the Girls. He has two daughters, one is 11 and the other 5. They are adorable and infuriating at the same time. All through highschool I lived the crazy life; sex, drugs, parties every night. I never thought I would want to settle down in my early 20s. I just met him and felt like, I think 4 years of going insane is enough now. I had tried all the drugs that I wanted, lived the promiscuous life and was starting to realize that all the ‘friends’ I had invested in were really just shallow drinking buddies.
I haven’t done any drugs since I met my boyfriend. I feel accomplished and real now. Reality is a lot harder to deal with, but it’s been worth it.
Thats my preliminary. When people start asking to know more about specific parts of my story, I’ll write more information on whatever. So ask away, internet souls!
FEB 5 2012
Working on my painting today, as Boyfriend’s at work and the girls are downstairs with Mum. Lonely. Will post pictures of this painting when it’s finished! Pinky promise!
