27 days…

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Design, Fashion, fashion School, Life, Stress

Restless. Meeting tomorrow morning. Trying to plan this banquet on Thursday. Need to put my deposit on my place tomorrow evening. Just tired and over school.

 

The shittiest part is that the line for our senior project may not get produced because the powers that be are a bunch of liars. You could of told us months ago that y’allwasn’t shit. But no, we went through hell and high waterled eloping this line from concept to now.  And I don’t appreciate you trying to make it seem like the team dropped the ball. We have our tech packs, our patterns and markers, and we have our fabric. So….wtf?!

54 Days….

During Spring Break, I told myself that I would seriously keep a blog of my last here. Then, I started looking for work, tried to move half my things into storage, and planned on celebrating my 28th birthday like normal people do (drunk).

The quarter started. I got busy…as usual.

I’m taking 19 units (I didn’t count until my mother badgered me over the phone), and internship, 3 leadership programs, president of a club, trying to put on this banquet for the department, plus church obligations.

Which reminds me; I need to cancel my gym membership at school. Those jackasses draft the money right out of my checking account. I honestly don’t see myself having time to go to the gym (they have janky hours) so I might as well save my little $15 month.

I’m actually kinda nervous for June. It means freedom!

But seriously….it trips me out that I’m done because I had to fight tooth and nail to get here. My dad dashed my dreams of going to FIT in New York, fast-forward 10 years later (yes, for real 10 years later) and shits is happening. I’ve been networking (which TERRIFIES me) and meeting some super important people, and I also have a tough decision to make in June. You know, “which path to take?” kinda thing.

It’s crazy, because I have choices. I mean, I always had choices. But I have awesome choices.

Some of my peers are kinda bogged down with relationships right now, and while I’m happy they have a boo-thang in their life, I glad I don’t have to factor that in. That would just be another ulcer.

I SHOULD be reading this ridiculously long article for this random political science class (that I didn’t know I needed until a few weeks ago). However, I’m going to bed.

 

*I do not proof-read. I am not a journalist, or a blogger who gets swag (do we still say “swag”) therefore, I just type and post*

Dear Victoria Secret

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Apparel, Courtesy, Fashion, Management, Professionalism, Rant, Shopping, Victoria's Secret

I have come to terms with my feelings: You suck.

I think my knowledge in fashion apparel has ruined shopping for me. I analyze everything. I can’t just go and buy something and go about life like it’s great. No, I see every little flaw and I’m beginning to harbor resentments.

Case in point: Victoria’s Secret

I use to LOVE VS. I wouldn’t buy my undergarments from anywhere BUT VS. Now, I avoid that place like the plague.

So what happened?

VS is suppose to embody sexiness. They use skinny models that are a little too thick in the bust and butt to use for runway. So the girls are skinny with some ass and boobage so we won’t feel as fat. The lingerie is moderately priced, so this sexiness is obtainable by the average beauty.

Of course, the company started producing more budget-friendly collections and even tapped into the junior’s market (the PiNK collection that has turned into the HoE collection). They’ve expanded their beauty lines, which lead to Victoria’s Secret Beauty stores. Yes, a separate store JUST for their shitty smelling body washes. Everything is good, right?

WRONG!

Not for me. This meant that the demographic that shopped the store changed. When you go into VS, you’re suppose to feel sexy and flirty, like you’re actually friends with Adrianna Lima and you live in this glorious boudoir. Instead, there are old grandmas elbowing you because they’re sifting throw the garments to find a size and and running around with arm-fulls of those body washes. Every VS I’ve been into the last few years is like a junk store. The Forever 21 of lingerie retailers. Shit just everywhere. Kids and strollers everywhere.

I feel bad for the kids. Their mom takes forever and a day to decide which of the VS perfumes she wants to buy….they all smell the same. Okay, you have different tiers; under 30, 30-45ish, and over 45.

And WHY is a grown ass lady with 2 kids buying VS PiNK?! WHY are you still wearing draws that say “hot stuff” on them? What’s really going on in your head???

But the poor kids are in this store full of colors and scents…and their mom can’t reconcile with the fact that she’s really a B-cup because the sale associate insisted she let her measure her boobs. So the kids are over-stimulated and running a muck. I typically think children should be kept on leashes when going out shopping, but come on. Taking your kids shopping with you for long periods of time and telling them to not touch anything is like taking them to Disneyland and saying, “you’re not getting on any rides and we’re not buying anything. Oh, and we’re eating a sack lunch”. Well, WTF? Bish! You coulda left me at home! I really feel like you shouldn’t drag your kids shopping with you.

All this is to say that this ruins my shopping experience. I no longer feel sexy and flirty. Adriana Lima un-friended me on Facebook. It’s over.

Oh, and let’s talk about the effin’ sales associates and managers. Bitches, all of them.

If you read this, and you work for VS, and you’re NOT a bitch, please reply telling me how awesome you are. I believe that awesome VS employees DO exist, but I’ve only run across bitches.

I had one manager snip and snap….until she realized that I was buying a shit-load of items (buying things for a give-away in one of the clubs I’m president of at school). So…I’m an inconvenience to your life, until you realize I’m going to help you reach your daily quota??? I was so overwhelmed during check out because they had some management issues going on and the sales girls weren’t being professional. This one kid (in a effin’ wagon) knocked over a display. An elderly customer asked the manager who was tending to me for assistance in the dressing room, and the manager snapped at her. I told the manager that I changed my mind, and I walked out of there.

That was not Very Sexy.

I bought products from Sephora for the give-away.

I harbored my resentment. Until now.

Thanks for letting me vent.

 

 

I have to admit, I’m bitter…

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College, education, Fashion, Life, PMS

I’m bitter that winter quarter starts tomorrow. They really couldn’t spare another week?

I don’t want to go back because I just…that school…they actual walls…are fug. I think I get that SAD Syndrome (when the winter months make you angry or depressed) because I really, really hate this time of year.

I can’t REALLY complain because I live in Southern California and it’s rather warm out. But nevertheless.

I think I put all this stress on myself to be perfect. Make perfect grades. Smile perfect. Talk to people all the time. I think I’m really just burnt out from the people and keeping up appearances.

I’m sitting here, typing with sandwich bags filled with olive oil on my feet (I’m trying to get them soft) and just pissed about tomorrow.

This HAS to be PMS. This is a bad month. I haven’t been bitchy in a while.

“That’s the first thing I ever seen you wear that was edgy”

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Clothes, College, Fashion, Life, PMS, School

That’s what one of my comrades said to me last night. I wore my favorite gray t-shirt (my boobs look good, without me looking like I’m wearing the wrong size shirt) skinny jeans, combat boots and a fake leather jacket with a few studs on it. I literally threw it on 5 mins before walking out the door. The cheap, fake leather jacket is what she was referring to as “edgy”.

I’ve worn the jacket before.

The comment…made me feel some kinda way. I’m not edgy. I don’t really want to be. I’m conservative and my dream company to intern for is Calvin Klein. I don’t believe in buying things that aren’t black…because black goes with everything. EVERYTHING!

So why did I feel some kind of way? It’s not like I admire this girl’s style or anything else about her (she’s a lovely girl, but thoughts of her rarely register in my mind). WHY do I care what she thinks?

Could be PMS.

But really? Why?

Maybe I secretly want people to think I’m cool. I want you to think I dress cool. But if that were the case, I would dress better at school. I don’t put in nearly as much effort when going to class as the other girls because…I don’t like anyone there enough.

If I was going in for work, yes, I would pull out all the stops. But to sit in class with a bunch of girls I don’t really talk to and wished they didn’t talk so loud about their drunken escapades? Not so much.

I dress decent. But I’m not going to put on every piece of jewelry I own and 5 lbs of MAC makeup just to sit in class with those people.

I can see where homechick might think I’m a plain bum. That’s okay. I’m just there to absorb all the info and get my degree.

Maybe for the New Year…for the last 6 months until I graduate, I can dress like I half-way give a damn. I already wear heels and whatnot. Maybe I’ll start dressing like I have some place important to be. Like I’m trying to get a job at the Vogue. Maybe I’ll wear more than eyeliner and mascara too.

Or maybe I’ll re-visit the idea after Aunt Flo leaves. I think I’m being emotional.

 

 

Dear Forever 21

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Cheap, Drunk Employees, Fashion, Forever 21, H&M, Professionalism, Shopping, Why, Work

You’re already on thin ice.

Okay, here are my general beefs with Forever 21:

1. Shitty return policy. Y’all know your shit is cheap so you set up a policy that covers YOUR ass….not mine.

2. The store is ALWAYS cluttered. I don’t care which location you go to, it’s always messy. If I wanted to sift through shit, I would shop at Ross.

3. Their shopping bags are yellow. So, no other colors popped into your mind when you were contemplating the branding of your company???

4. Your website is full of lies. You can see something online and think it’s cute. Go to the store and it’s mammy-made. How many of their online shoppers do they rip off like that?

I’m not going to go any further, because I could talk smack about them all day. Now, you’re probably wondering why I still fool with Forever 21. Well, I don’t. Unless I want some cheap leggings or some other basic. If I go in for that and see something that’s kind cute, I’ll buy it. I prefer to shop at H&M for my cheap clothes.

Okay, so it’s the holiday break and everyone has family they’re spending time with. I don’t. Therefore, I’m bored. I decided to go shopping…because that’s what most girls do, right? I go to Ulta (I have a beef with them too, but I wanted some Essie nail polish), then to H&M. Mind you, I was at H&M like the day before, but another location. Yeah, I’m bored.

Anyways, there was the Forever 21. I already bought knitted hats at H&M, but I figured Forever would have some…maybe slightly cheaper. So I go in. This particular Forever 21 isn’t as cluttered at the others in a 50 mile radius. They at least have the decency to color code their clutter. I wasn’t really impressed with anything they had. I tried on a few things, but realized I was only going to buy it because….I was bored. I decided to get this one vintage-inspired dress because I can add some elements to it to make it look like I spent more than $20 bucks on it. I stand in line…..

WAIT. Let me get this off my chest. If you have a kid…and you still shop at Forever 21, PLEASE GET A F*CKIN’ SITTER! WHY the hell are you going to bring your hungry-ass kid in a store full of shit and expect them to be quiet or not bother other people trying to shop in peace?! AND what makes you think any of the aisle will ever be wide enough for you to push your big-ass stroller through. AND WHY the hell are you giving other folks the stink eye because they want to pass through the aisle, but can’t because you got your stroller just posted. MOVE THE F*CK OUT THE WAY!

Okay. I’m okay.

I stand in line.  The cashier dude was LIT. I mean, he was SOOOOOOO high. My nerves are bad at this point, and I’m starting to get hungry. So I make a point to not really make a lot of eye contact. I tell the guy that I wanted one of the save-the-earth shopper bags because it was cute and I have an obsession with buying them. Homeboy rings me up and I’m thinking he charged the bag too. I realized he didn’t when he put my dress in that fugly yellow bag. I told him I wanted the shopper bag. He goes, “Oh. Yeah….um….I…*laughs* have to ring it up separately” I just stare at his ass because I’m really just trying to go home now. He gets the bag and laughs, “I’m so high right now…fuck”.

At this point, I’m like WTF?!

He rings me up again for the bag (which I really hate swiping my card like that, but I knew if I opened my mouth I would end up in jail for public disturbance).

I go to walk out and I got pissed. Not as a consumer, but as a Future Retailer of America (that sounds legit, I should totally start that organization) I had enough. I worked retail when I was a young lass, and not never was it acceptable to have an associate on the floor who was under the influence. And THEN you have him handling money???

AND he put my shit in that yellow bag?

I was done. I dug my receipt out of the yellow bag (he actually folded up the shopper bag and stuck it in the yellow bag with my dress) and called the store. I asked for the manager. I told her she has someone at the register who was under the influence. She goes, “Oh.” Like it wasn’t shit. I went on to tell her that I understood that it’s the holidays and you’re pinched for sales associates, but it’s more than unprofessional to have that associate on the floor…and handling cash. She kinda rushed me off the phone because she was annoyed with me at the point.

I dunno. That just irks me like no other. I already hate that place, but now they have high sales associates???

This is why I like H&M. Their sales associates are too cool for school and extremely full of themselves. It’s consistent. That’s all I ask for, consistency.

I don’t DO that…

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Buyer, College, Designer, Entry Level, Explore, Fashion, Garment, Industry, Stylist

This post is going to be about jobs within the fashion apparel industry that I don’t find desirable. This is prompted by a conversation I was having with one of my more mature classmates….who happens to make the best chicken enchiladas.

1. Buyer. EVERYONE I’ve been to school with wants to be that. It’s so cliche. After a while, they realize being a buyer isn’t sexy or fun, so they fall into the abyss of WTF.

I never wanted to be a buyer, even as a young lass. Initially, it was because I wanted to be more involved with the actual garment. Buyers make decisions based on numbers and fear of being homeless (mofos get fired for making bad orders that don’t sell). As I met actual buyers, they seem happy because they wear great clothes and have Blackberries, but every single one I’ve met had baggy eyes. It was lack of sleep and stress. Their workday isn’t sexy at all and they aren’t enjoying those runway and trunk shows. It’s all objective.

2. Visual Merchandiser. I have a problem with having a job where I have to shit out awesomness…only for it to be taken down a week later. I would feel so unappreciated.

If you work on the store level, you’re pretty much just running around making things look good and not wanting to strangle small children who are swinging from the display because their mother is too damn busy trying to shop for shit that doesn’t fit her in the first place! If you work visual for corporate, you’re doing planograms and whatnot. Which isn’t all that bad, but….I dunno. Not for me.

3. Designer. When I applied to FIT back in the early 2000s, I applied for fashion merchandising. I love design, but I wanted to learn about the business side…mainly because I’m a control freak. I need to know every aspect of my business. As time went on, I found out that unless you ventured off on your own, being a designer at a company sucks. You start off as the assistant, pretty much doing to grunt work for the lead designer…who is the assboy for the creative director. Starting out, unless you’re GOOD, you make a dollar or two over minimum wage. You would have to work for a company for a while because the turnover rate for lead designers is relatively low. Personally, I say go work for a few companies. Do the dirty work, learn quick, and get the hell out and do your own thing. A couple of years of that and you should have built your network.

What makes the prospect of going out and being a designer is the fact that you don’t really get to choose what you do. “I want to work in swimwear”. That same person ends up working for a children’s company. You really have to take what job you can get as a designer. Not everyone comes out of school being Proenza Schouler.

4. Stylist. I’ve dabbled in that world (for side money) and I do not like it. It’s like this fog of shitty-ness. Shitty Fog. I mean, you can make some good money, but you’ll have to deal with people you wouldn’t otherwise deal with in life. I didn’t like being responsible for garments that cost more than a high-end hooker could make in a week. I LOVED working with those garments and studying the construction, but I did not want to be responsible.

Models….they’re okay. Sometimes you get some who are cool beans. The ones who aren’t….they’re usually young, dumb, and full of cum.  The behind the scenes people tend to be miserable. Maybe it’s lack of sleep. Maybe they’re just trying to get laid, but don’t have the time. I dunno, but 95% of the time, they’re unpleasant. The ones that are don’t mess around too much because they don’t want to mix with the Shitties too long. It’s just weird. I did love seeing makeup and hairstylist get into with each other over the most trivial things. Hmm….I think everyone was just full of themselves. Yeah, that’s what it was. You can only take so much of that. I think if you can overlook that, you can find a great career in being a stylist.

5. Sales rep. I don’t do sales. Either you want the goods, or you don’t. I don’t like to force people, and I don’t want to be reprimanded for not forcing people to do something. I mean, I can sell things. Every sales position I’ve had I did great in. I take product knowledge seriously. But I just…I really think I don’t like dealing with people on that level. I wouldn’t mind sitting in a showroom for a brand that you know is filling purchase orders, but what if you can only find employment with a relatively unknown company where the showroom is DEAD? I’ve had the privilege of attending several market weeks in the Cal Mart….those unknown brands tend to have dead showrooms even then. I can’t imagine going to MAGIC and no one hits up your booth. I would be so stressed with a job like that.

Out of the 5, I would only ever attempt to apply for a design position if there was an opening at a company that I admire. VM and sales rep would be if I couldn’t find work and rent was due. I will take styling jobs in the future because it is a good side hustle. I just think it’s good for anyone thinking of working in the industry to really think about what you’re good at and what you want out of it. Definitely talk to people who work in different positions. Interning is a good way to find out what you do and don’t like.

 

 

 

 

Slave worker…or driver?

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Career, Choices, Family, Fashion, Job, Life, Lifestyle, Quality of Life, Work

I often have conversations with my peers about the industry and the direction we’re all going in. At this point, I’m the only one who is pretty sure about what I want to do and even have a backup plan. I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that I have strict criteria…in other words, I’m a brat.

1. I don’t want to work for someone else. Yes, I will work for you and gain experience on YOUR dime, but I’m not going to slave for 20/30 years for some other bastard to be rich.

2. I want to actually be able to do shit with my potential future kids. Before transferring to the school I’m at now, I had to commute about 50 miles (one way) everyday. Just sitting on the fuckin’ I-10 fwy. I didn’t mind so much since this is what I wanted. You gotta do what you gotta do. Anyway, I would be on creeper status and look at other people in their cars. In order to be in L.A or the West Side by 9a (if you have a 9 to 5-er) you would have to leave your house a good 2 hours early. AT LEAST 2 hours early. That means you leave your house by 7a. You need to be up around 6a if you want to shit, shower, and shave and possibly eat a Bagel Bite. If you get off from work at 5p, you won’t get home until 7ish.

How the hell do you do that with kids? I know people do that all the time, but for real. You’re just assing your kids over. You’re in too much of a rush to have a decent breakfast for them, and forget having loving conversations in the morning about their test anxiety or some other bullshit parents should do so their kids know they love them. If you get home by 7p, you’re tired. Frazzled. In my opinion, the kids should have eaten and done their homework by now, but how many small children do that on their own? Oh yeah, and who the hell is picking them up from school when most of them get out between 2:30-3p???

I don’t want to have latch-key kids. It’s not fair to them. You essentially never get to see them in the light of day because you’re just shuffling from Point A to Point B. All the while, the company you work for is rolling bank. Fuck that!

I know owning your own business means you’ll be crazy busy. However, if your kid gets sick, you can actually take them to the doctor! Your business can open at 9a, but that doesn’t mean the owner has to be there at 9a. You can take the kids the school and get there at 10a if you needed to. You can take 3 hour lunches if you wanted so you can pick up the kids and make dinner, or hell bring them to the office and stick them in the corner with a coloring book. At least you get to see them.

I guess my biggest thing is that I don’t want to have a career where I just working and missing out on life. This greatly inspired my career path. I want to do what I love without being totally upholding to some other bastard.

 

 

 

Envy…the new black.

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30 Under 30, Alexander Wang, Ashley, Career, Design, Dreams, Fashion, FIT, Forbes, Goals, Grades, Life, Madonna, Mary-Kate, New York, Olsen, Reality TV, Risk, School, Student, Success, Tom Cruise

Merriam-Webster says…

Envy noun \ˈen-vē\: painful or resentful awareness of an advantage enjoyed by another joined with a desire to possess the same advantage.

In general, I don’t envy others. I don’t get all butt-hurt when I see someone with a Range Rover or a Mercedes CLK 350 (my future cars). I don’t get weird when I see someone in a great relationship. I don’t even get pissy when I see someone in really nice shoes. I always think, “my time will come”.

Enter Forbes 30 Under 30 list.

One thing I’m super sensitive about is where I’m at right now. I’m pushing 30, and I feel like I haven’t done shit worth mentioning. My dreams were delayed thanks to a wealthy father who didn’t want to invest in my fashion career and me having to do the whole college thing on my own. I’m working hard and seeing my dreams coming to fruition. At this point, everything is kosher. But I’m almost 30 and haven’t done shit. Just attended college and made some good grades. Anyone can fuckin’ do that if they cared enough. It’s nothing special. I mean, I’ve had some pretty awesome experiences, good and bad, but if I vanished right now I would have no legacy.

It’s like Brad Pitt’s character in Troy…I think he was Achilles (look, I went to see the movie for him, Eric Bana, and Orlando. I didn’t need to know who played who). Anyways, Achilles bitches the whole movie about leaving a legacy…because when you die, you’re just dust. If you don’t leave a legacy, you’re just another miserable bastard. THAT’S how I feel.

I’m not looking to be famous…otherwise I would’ve put more effort into become a YouTube star or sleeping with a B-lister and making a “leaked” sex tape. Which there’s nothing wrong with those people who do that. Everybody’s got a hustle. As long as you can look at yourself in the mirror, then who am I to say anything? But for real, I don’t want to be famous, I just want to be that person that people go, “That bitch knows her shit!” You know, successful.

I don’t have doubt that I will be successful. But that fuckin’ list from Forbes. It just reminds me that I’m behind.

On the list are Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. I never envied them. They’ve been hustlin’ before they could talk. I think I envy the fact that my mom didn’t invest in my future like their mom did, but only jokingly.

The people on the list who made me feel envious (and relevant to my field) were Chris Benz, Joseph Altuzarra, and Alexander Wang…all around my age. All talented. They deserve the recognition. But it’s like damn, I totally wasted my 20s, while they were going for it. Why didn’t I just tell my dad, “screw you” and took his AMEX and got a ticket to New York?

1. That’s called credit card fraud.

2. I’m terrified of going to jail

3. There’s a 99.62% chance I woulda gotten raped in NYC at 18 years old

4. There’s a 99.95% chance I woulda ended up in the sex trade somewhere in Brunei…no…Russia…nah…Harlem.

What kept me back was fear…or logic. Whatever you want to call it.

I had moderate sewing skills and my Spanish was not very good looking. I knew I didn’t KNOW anything. I was too shy to tell someone that I rock and to kiss my ass if they didn’t believe me. I felt like I needed college to gain and foster skills to be competitive in the apparel industry….the merchandising side.

Not everyone can be Madonna and just hop on a bus.

Maybe that how you get on the list; you risk and endure butt-rape for your dreams. Like Tom Cruise said in Risky Business, sometimes you just gotta say, “What the fuck”.

(Why am I movie quoting today? I never remember what someone said in a movie)

 

 

 

Still alive….well…barely.

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Church, College, Friends, Grades, Life, Professors, Senior Year, Stress

Fall quarter kicked my ass.

Everything was suppose to be kosher. Go to classes, go to church, try not to consume too much wine. Simple shit. But no. That would be too easy.

1. Classes. The classes I had in my major were all by the same psychopath. She gives 3 hour lectures only to tell you an assignment is due in 10 minutes. What the f*ck and WHY the f*ck were you talking the whole damn time about NOTHING?! THEN she docks your grade for not meeting criteria that she NEVER F*CKIN’ STATED IN THE 3 HOUR LECTURE!

I refuse to get less than an A (trying to preserve GPA so I can get into law school. Okay, I really want to graduate with honors, otherwise the ceremony is bunk) so I go to her office hours for extra credit. On her janky syllabus, it states that extra credit can be obtained by helping her with research projects or student aid work (grading assignments). Okay, cool. The first time I went, she had me grade work for classes that I’ve already taken….nevermind the fact that half of the class are people I’m actually friends with on the Facebook.

The times I went after that consisted of me cleaning out her office. She had papers in there from 1998. I was just starting high school then. WTF?! The department chair noticed me cleaning and later told me it is unethical for her to have us clean for extra credit and he was basically going to get in her ass for it. The more important thing I got out of that meeting was the fact that he knows the professor is a psychopath and he’s pretty much not going to do anything about it…since “this has been a problem before” but the lady still works there. Angry.

2. School organization. I ran for event coordinator for the club since that’s what I’m good at; keeping things on track and “correct”. Everything went well until the president over-extended herself and was found unpopular by the majority of the officers and members. Fast-forward, she stepped down. Not because of the coup everyone else was plotting, but because she took a job somewhere and some other crap that I barely heard because I was stressed out about the classes aforementioned.

All of this meant that the other officers and members felt like I should become president.I really wanted to JUST be event coordinator. I expressed that at the re-elections. Didn’t work. I was elected president, and now everyone is waiting to follow my lead. Awesomeness! (this is sarcasm for “FUCK!”)

Luckily, I believe in the club and I want it to go to the next level (did I mention that people shared with me that they weren’t coming to meetings because they didn’t like the former chick?). Now I have all this pressure to make things great because everyone thinks I’m great.

3. Church. Church stuff is actually cool. I’m teaching a class of 15/16 year olds. Which is great…except they don’t know basic things like prayers that we say at every mass. It’s like, “where the hell are your parents???” It’s like they dropped the ball with their kids but now want them to be little pious soldiers for Christ. The kids are great though, and they’re pretty open. I just have to start from square one.

I’m a core team member for the young adult ministry. Things are cool….except we no longer have a young adult coordinator or a youth director. Politics have left us pretty much floating in space. The paid young adult minister doesn’t like the core team because…..he’s super traditional and if you read the Bible, you’ll be okay in life. What core team wants to do is introduce ways to apply what is interpreted in the Bible so we can live decent lives. That’s just WAY outside the box for him. And he passive aggressively is an ass about it.

All of that has basically kept me from posting like I planned at the beginning of the quarter. I guess I can say that I will try to post more often…but eh. We’ll see.