- Good god, my house is definitely from space, I know it. There's no human contact, it's a mess. Every single bloody time I come home or even speak to my mother, it instantly results in her cutting me off after one second with 'stop', and then a rant about something, followed often by some kind of a threat. I'm very difficult to push over, and a few days ago, she managed to reduce me to being literally unable to speak, and said that if I didn't give an answer to her question, she would take everything (literally, including my car keys, computer, instruments, everything). While this isn't the first time she's done this (she's done so on one or two previous occasions), this was the first time she's threatened to take my instruments in addition to everything else, and not followed through on it. Instead I get a whack to the face after she accuses me of mouthing 'you stupid bitch', when I was actually mouthing 'one moment, just wait'. Every day I come home I just hope that she for once doesn't have something to bark about or criticise, and every single time I've been let down.
+ She's leaving for a two weeks in... two weeks!
+ My friend's aunt, the manager for said friend's band which I'm producing really saw eye-to-eye with me on both a situational and emotional level, and she even requested to help me see if I could apply for a homeless residency and income assistance in a new suite being built downtown. Being a ex-touring-rockstar herself and someone who has also taken a liking to my production, she's even willing to pay me to produce some of her own music.
+ I went to a new studio opening up in the city for low-cost rehearsal space and production to see if I could become a demo producer there, and as it turns out that was a leaked ad; they haven't even finished building the place yet. Sure enough I've landed the job - the people who've founded the place are some of the coolest people I've ever met, and starting in a couple weeks I'll be the sole demo producer for this new studio. They speculate based on public interest so far to have (a calculated average of) three bands coming in per-week, each requesting five songs. Since I'm currently working out a payment, I've figured something along the lines of $100 for a low-end demo that may take me 45 minutes to an hour to record, and 2-3 hours to produce. This quite literally means I could be making between $1000 and $2000 a week, tallying up to a potential of over $80,000 per-year! If this works out, which it very much sounds like it will, I'll surely be able to move out into a nice place of my own and afford some pretty swell things!
-/+ Fuck me, I have so much going on at once, On top of it all I need to finish school and my music courses, the latter of which is definitely more enjoyable than the former. On the upside though, even though this is one more thing to add to onto my plate, I think anything is better and
farmore inspirational than living at home right now. I can't wait to get out and process how much I despise my current homelife, or at least realise it through some kind of angsty songwriting and stage-performing, of course alongside mister Rulez.
-/+ I totally forgot what this one was, as well as whether it was a plus or a minus.
Regardless:
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- I've quite literally, just now, while finishing off this post, been threatened again. Apparently if I'm in the bathroom for a shower for longer than fifteen minutes (this isn't even exclusive to actually having the water running either), I'm "fighting her", and she will take my keys, and arguing this point also counts as "fighting her". She's also apparently also set a fifteen-minute alarm on her phone. Legit wth? For note, she wants me to stay and make money here, and she's even admitted to assuming I'm going to do so and support her through her old age. Fuck you! I'm out of here as soon as I can you piece of shit! You deserve absolutely nothing from me at this point.
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- She skipped time. After eleven minutes I was almost out, and she banged on the door and took my keys. I now have no way of getting to my lessons, my production sessions, or literally anything now. You rotten, pathetic being.