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That seems to be the trend of every summer. I'm horrible at time management so I just end up wasting it all. Also, all I ever do on an online journal is complain, so maybe I should try some paradigm-shifting or what-not. I'll talk about my PLANS and pretend people read this.
Basically, the problem is this: My sister and I hate work. Hate it. But we love money, and the things that money makes you able to do, ie have fun. But through careful observation and countless hours of hearing our friends and parents complain about jobs, Kelsey and I have come up with this theory:
Jobs turn your life into a horrible downward spiral.
What? Jobs aren't that bad? Yes they are, my friend. Don't fool yourself, because we have possibly figured out how life works (because all teenagers know everything, obviously) and it goes like this:
You are born, and you quickly discover, damn, life is FUN. I like life! But just as soon, you notice that more and more things require money in order to stay fun. You need money to eat, money to shower, money to have shelter over your head (legally), not to mention the other recreational things that take money. So you think to yourself, I want to be able to enjoy my life, so I should get a job, to get money to sustain my lifestyle.
Now starts the spiral, because you can't just have any job, it has to be The Right Job. But in order to get The Right Job, you have to go to The Right College, which means you have to get The Right Grades so that your college will accept you.
So what do you do? You stress out and work really hard for your early teenage years, possibly forgoing fun in order to get your work done so you will have The Right Grades. And at the end of four years you stress our more and takes all the college entrance exams you can and write the best essays you can and try to make sure you still have a 4.o because that's what it takes to get into The Right College.
Sadly, that still isn't enough. Now that you're in The Right College, you have to keep your grades up so that you can stay in college, and maybe graduate with honours so that you will look good to The Right Job. So you freak out and stress out and study more, again putting aside the fun in your life, so that you can be successful, because that's what's needed to have fun later, right?
Fast-forward a few years, and let's say you actually got The Right Job. You want to look good to them, and get promoted, so you some early and stay late, which makes you kinda tired. When you get home, you don't want to hang out with friends or do much of anything but sleep because you're so wiped. Slowly, your friends stop calling, and you realize that, jeeze, maybe I should start working less. But it's too late now, because now they're asking you to come in on weekends, and maybe fill in for those other people in your department that are on vacation. So you start sacrificing even MORE of your free time to your job just so they won't fire you. Now your job IS your life and in the few hours of spare time you have, you're too tired to do anything, or you don't want to drive certain places because, oh god that's near my work! So now the plan you made so that you could be able to enjoy life has backfired so thoroughly that you no longer even have a life.
This sounds really melodramatic but I seriously have about 8 friends right now who are doing this very thing, wasting away the time when they're young stressing out and not having any fun and just being miserable just so they'll be able to go to college and get a job. So they can be more miserable. Just like they are now. I honestly don't see the point.
That's where Kelsey's and my plan comes in. We, along with Michelle and possibly anyone else that can fit and doesn't want to buy in to the predetermined checkpoints life seems to set out for us, are going to buy an old school bus. We're going to rip out most of the seats, but in a couch and some shelving, and maybe a cot or two, and rig it for propane and battery power. We're going to grow our own vegetables in the back, and basically live on this bus most of the time. By the plans we drew up, there should be enough space left for a pottery wheel, so we can make pottery to sell.
Some other methods that were brought up for potentially earning money were to do henna, sell some of the veggies we grow, or I could even sell my photography. We also figure that if we need a place to be stationary for a while, we could rent a studio (or even buy one) and make it our base of operations, and even sleep there. We could run pottery and glass blowing in the back and sell it all up front with my pottery, all the while sleeping upstairs.
I realize how unrealistic and also fantastic this sounds, but it really isn't just fantasy. I'm not kidding about this one bit, and I know it can work if we try. Hell, if need be, we can always start selling our blood plasma and platelets to supplement costs.
This really is feasible, especially if I end up getting a degree from Academy of Arts University. It's a really great college I found, and it's in San Fran, but I'm thinking this entry is already kind of long, so I'm just gonna save that for later.
I am 100% serious.