I'm old.

So according to this project I am 34, I honestly planned on being dead by then, but to fit the requirements of this project as goes the following:

Through out high school I was completely bored with the small amount of students at High Tech High, along with the cosecant four years there. I was ready for something new: college. I eagerly graduated. As soon as I got out I applied for London school of fashion, which accepted me. During college I worked at a pub, pouring drinks to the local drunks. Wow, the stories I could tell you, men crying over women, women who drank for men. It was funny here I am, an 18 year old girl, and 40 year olds telling me everything about themselves, I doubted some of it though. (WHERE I MET CONOR OBERST) He was 31 at the time and I 18, obviously he committed back to his routines of drinking, though him explaining to me, this was the first night. He told me his stories, and spilled his wonderful mentality on me. Even though he kept apologizing, because he though of it as him spewing his problem. We exchanged numbers. The next day when he sober, he called and said he’d visit anytime he was in London. Then whenever I needed more money (no not “mo problems”) I would create outfits and sell them to who ever. So I could pay for more than just my place, and school. School was basically amazing in London, I also met a “great boy” who was a photographer at one of the branches of my school. Pretty much I sky rocketed his career, because I became his inspiration, we’re amazing. Even though he was originally from London, and I from San Diego, he was older and done with school, where as I could have been but did not want to be. Our before interactions with each other were awkward, I’d end up seeing him everywhere. For example: we went to similar house parties, shows, even in between classes, everything. Luckily though I was meeting Jane at a show, and my “great boy” knew Jane, since they went to The London school of photography. We met each other there and discussed our awkward encounters. So anyways I applied to Berkeley, and thankfully he moved along with me. For clarification I moved to London from San Diego, we then moved to Berkeley so I could continue school. I continued four more years there, along with him. Through out that my “great boy” submitted his photographs to American Apparel where he became a photographer, and I became a model. We got married, but have no kids, we hate kids. I had limitations on me, so we mainly relied on his income through different job offers, while I was in school. I graduated from Berkeley, again becoming bored, but this time with San Francisco. We moved to Manhattan, New York owned an apartment, by choice, happiness was everyday. Present day: We now run our own “indie magazine” called “Better” similar to those of “Jane,” “Nylon,” and a bit of “Chord,” and “AP.” It’s been going steadily for about 6 years now. My life is better than Ken’s and Barbie’s.