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I am broke right now. I went window shopping in this cute little shop in Kapiolani Business Center and found 6 things I wanted right away and 4 things I wanted by the time I leave Hawai'i. I was so broke after yesterday that I couldn't even afford bus fare.
When I was waiting for the bus yesterday (before I blew the bus fare on water) this guy who was riding a bike too small for him and wearing jungle camoflage pants circled around and rode his bike behind me. He said, with a thick southern accent, that he was trying to read the back of my shirt. I was wearing a Ron Jon's T-shirt. He said that he knew Ron Jon's because he was from South Carolina, which makes sense and then he said something about doing something (I don't remember) to hard cash and getting some pocket change for it. He laughed and his teeth were orange, not yellow. He told me maybe he'd see me around town and I said "Yeah" because I don't like to antagonize the homeless people. He rode away and as he did I thought to myself "Huh, random,".
Now for an insane rant. For years I've had to deal with grocery store clerks and managers of stores I want jobs in treating me horribly because they just assume I'm a bum. I haven't gone out without taking a shower and brushing my hair in years but now is when even the homeless people think I'm homeless. I brush my teeth either two or three times a day, depending on what I eat and I always dress in nice clean clothes when I go out. Hell, I take at least two showers a day because my skin is so greasy naturally. No matter what time of day, no matter how nice my clothes are people think I'm a homeless person. The tourists and the homeless people and even the grocery store clerks don't bother me nearly as much as the managers of the stores I walk into to apply for jobs. I need a job, people! You can't just assume I'm homeless and refuse to tell me where the applications are/interview me. Most times, I'm even wearing nicer clothes than you (not to mention smell better). What's the problem? Is it because I'm white? Is it because I'm a woman? Is it my curly hair? 'Cause I can have it straightened. Are my feet too big? Are my eyes too far apart? What?! Insane rant over.
In other news, I recently got my ears lowered. Yep, nine inches of hair off my head. I am proud to say that I no longer look like my avatar. After she was done cutting it I was thrilled to see her start to feather it. I like the feathering thing, it's harder to tell that I have split ends when it's feathered. When she was cutting it I was thrilled to see big clumps of red/orange in my hair. Yep, I only have two clumps of red but they are there. It's not that my natural highlights went away or anything, they're just usually a dark gold color and a lighter shade of brown. Red hair... When I was younger and had yet to do permanent damage to my existing hair I could almost pass for a red head. These days it's just brownish, sometimes very dark. I like my haircut, though. It's still very fluffy.
I'm thinking today might be a poetry day. I'll just write poetry all day and then die from eating pizza for breakfast. At least I'll have died doing something other than sleeping or applying for jobs. My poetry still isn't very good. I'm hoping that will change in short order. My haiku is good, I guess, but I've been flooding my gallery on deviantart.com with haiku to put the emphasis on writing instead of photos of Hawai'i. I should do more of my stories but it's actually a much more delicate process than eastern and western poetry. Poems always flow out of me when I wake up and haiku always flow out of me when I go outside or even just look out the window. The irony? I do haiku and western-style poetry for the hell of it, my prose fiction is what I actually want to get attention.
My heart really isn't in deviantart anymore. I realized that I'd been writing so much that fellow writers assumed that it's what I want to do for a living. I'm a very passionate person, my passion seeps into everything I do. Writing isn't my passion and it never was. I've always had a knack for writing (unless I'm under too much stress like I have been for the past 6 years) and I've fallen back on that knack several times in my life but I don't ever want to do it for a living. My passion is something else, yes. Don't get me wrong, if someone offered me a paying job writing for a newspaper or something I'd take it. As long as I don't have to travel (flight aggravates my ulcers) I'd do anything that's legal in every state + fortune telling for a living. Interesting fact, fortune telling is illegal in the state of New York even if you do it for free.
Yukimi Akie Kitsune · Tue Jun 19, 2012 @ 09:49pm · 0 Comments |
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