Listening to: Rent
Ya know I remember how fun it kinda was to write in this journal. But then I immediately remember the backstabbing that has happened when I did write in this journal. It's kind of a painful thing ya know? The fun things you miss, but juss cant bring yerself to do again...
So 18 yrs old and moved to SLC. Yay.
I'm basically going to BYU.
Oh gag me.
Honestly, this school is driving me a little nuts. I'm not sure exactly why. For some reason I think if you belong to a religion that owns colleges you shouldn't go to those certain colleges, silly thought I know.
Since it's a private owned school they have all their own lil' rules and stuff. I never really have been good with rules. But still, its rules are based on religion and I dont have a problem with that hence me being part of that religion. It's Satan. I know it.
These classes are kinda dumb too. I'm taking another computer class IT120 which is basically BIS 1400/1420 which means I've taken it 2 times or more already. I'm getting so bored. I'm so challenging/testing out of this class if I can. The other one is one of those touchy feely classes, kinda of pshycology classes that are grades on your feelings and opinions so I cant test out of that one. The other two I need. Keyboarding and Transcription...along with religion. Yay.
I refuse to have friends.
When I get stuck in long lines here I cringe b/c I know it's just one of those opportunities to have friendly, yappy people talk to you.
Two RM's I believe, talked to me in line to get my Student ID card (which is really cool!) and they asked where I lived. I said Rose Park. I think I live in a ghetto place judgin by their reaction. "You live in Rose Park and yer still alive?" haha Yeah. I'm proud of my ghetto home. They asked what ward I was in, I dunno. They could ask what my phone number is b/c I dont know that either. hehe I juss moved here Friday. Sheesh. One week down, couple hundred to go....
Maybe I shouldn't tell people where I live...they'll think I'm ghetto...oh wait I am! I dont have my rich Mutti and Vatti paying for my college!
I still need a job...
Grandma says I should learn spanish since I have so much spare time. I should be like Paula, a spanish girl that learned english while living with Grandma. Mutti says she won't love me until I find a way to test out of these dumb, boring, waste of time/money classes. hehe I can...feel the love...
God grant me the patience and tolerance for this school.
"Look, I find some of what you teach suspect, b/c I'm used to relying on intellilect. But I try to open up to what I dont know, b/c reason says I should've died, three years agooo.. There's only us, there's only this, forget regret or life is yours to miss...No other road, no other way, no day but today"
I love this city so far...
I love the sound of the train coming thru....
Jan. 16th Tuesday
Dropped out of IT 120 stupid compy class.
Replaced it with IT 151 Visual Communication.
Paid Tuition *waves to the money in her account* buh bye, it was nice while you were here.
Going home on Friday. So weird to know going home is just a visit now. Knowing that I dont live there anymore. My room isn't really my room anymore. But a piece of me is always there. I miss my kitty.
"Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?"