More Matter, Less Art

The last time I checked in, I was broke and sort of scared about the future. Well...I'm still broke---but a little less scared. Its probably cause I self medicate with a shit ton of pot. =D
But it may also be because I am surrounding myself with people who are the opposite of debbie downers. I'm reluctant to call them uppers however, well, because I love uppers in a tortured existence kind of way. I think my struggle becomes more poetic day by day. Anyways, I've been finding here and there jobs to keep my head above water, but nothing amazing. I also don't have enough money for school, so IDK what to do. I'll continue to apply for scholarships. I'm lying I havent done any of that yet, but I should..shit! I started to epiphanize about my relationship with my father like every day, and started realizing, I am not talking to him because of SO many things, not just the Vancouver incident.
WHATEVER. How cliche' am I?
While I've been making no progress I decided to adopt a cat. His name is Putter and now I truly understand unconditional love. He's really sweet, but sometimes kind of grumpy. He is also HUGE and cuddly. He's perfect. I'm totally one of those chicks who's obsessed with her cat and I don't even care. I never had a "real" pet growing up, a circumstance  a lot of urban kids deal with. I didn't mind it until I moved into an apartment with a cat lady. SHE WAS FUCKING NUTS(story for another day), but her cats were awesome. I lasted a total of 5 months with that manlady hooker but learned how cool these feline familiars are.
Now I live with amazing McAmazing chicks--I had to go through an intense roommate  screening, but it was totally worth it.
On top of having Putter, my roommate has a cat as well-- Petey. He's an all black domestic short-hair. Very sweet and low-maintenance. Putter is a Maine-Coon and Turkish Angora mix. He is so hairy but I brush him and feed him a malt paste (to help with the hairballs) often. He is Tuxedo and adorable wih a cute little button black nose!It's really good vibes flowing through our happy home, and although I'm not working, I'm still happy.  I'm trying to upload pics from my blackberry but its not working. 3G my sweet brown sugar ASS. They will be up soon!

On another note--July 28th, is a very special day to me. It's my parents ( my mom and step-dad) 17th wedding anniversary, and also my stepfather's 70th birthday! They are so cute. Love you guys!

My ATTEMPT to be poetic

SO, as of May 31st I'm an ex " PLEASE DADDY!" bitch. 22/f/ and finally I have financial freedom from the evil dictator known as dad. Except, I have no money or job. Yeah I know--smart move. Here's the scoop: My father is a very successful sports trainer and simultaneously an evil dictator. To his colleagues he is this marvel, to his community a martyr, but to his children--MORON. I love the guy--being a first generation American child, I have seen the sacrifice and hard work, and I appreciate it so much, but I am really not a bad child--according to American standards. According to my cultural inclination, I'm a hussy (specially cause my boyfriend is half black EEK!) The whole thing started when he wanted me to visit his mother (yes, my grandmother) for 6 weeks this summer! Not only do I attend an Ivy league school, but I just started an amazing internship working in the field that I am majoring in and immediately, hysterically started to hyperventilate when he "proposed" this to me. "Proposed" meaning an ultimatum between going to the West Coast and fulfilling his obligation, or not going back to school because he will take away all the money. After dealing with it for 22 years, I opted to not go--just to see if he really would, and well now I have a blog to keep me busy. This is my first time doing this ever--well no, actually I had a XANGA; REMEMBER THOSE?! But that was filled with life-changing information about all the local keggers, who did keg stands the longest, who did can stands ( yes can stands, think about it), and just how bittersweet my relationship with my varsity soccer boyfriend was. This time around, I'm going to attempt to tackle real life situations, as I am currently being backhanded by the reality of this world, this economy, and social norms.