I'm writing this while sitting in the dorm room at ******* college that i share with two other girls (we recently found out we have less room than what is legally required for inmates in state prison...). Even if I wasn't dropping out to make music (well, technically it's a leave of absence but, fingers crossed, I won't be coming back), my parents have told me we can't afford to pay for another year at this over-priced snobfest. OK.
I've told my friends what I'm doing, while we're all drunk (the only way I could find the courage). So what am I doing? Let me break it down for you:
a) leaving college with a grand total of one semester under my belt
b) moving to a rent-stabilized apartment in Williamsburg, Brooklyn that I am subletting from my crazy/beautiful actress sister, we'll call her Jane. My roommate is a struggling writer who works in publishing, we'll call him Jacob.
c) pitching my music to record labels.
d) booking bands for a certain venue in the lower east side, we'll call it Annabelle's.
I fly home in 24 days. I get to see my family and my best fucking friend in the world, Liz. I will also see my ex-boyfriend- we'll call him Julian- who I dated on and off all throughout high school. He was the lead guitarist in my old band. oh boy. I swear I am a real human-being and not a cliche.
OK, that's all for now. happy thanksgiving
-Halla
p.s. i have to add that the election on nov 4th was my first, and I'm proud to be part of the generation that elected Obama. fuck yeah! Now let's shutdown guantanamo and get some of our rights back...
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: FIREWORKS- ANIMAL COLLECTIVE
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