Yes I know, Ayrra star is great but this isn’t about her interesting musical accomplishments. Turning 19 is like turning 17 and Thursdays, I can’t explain how they’re related, they just are, personally I don’t feel anything special from turning 19, Marvel said something about how I should enjoy the birthday and that I’ll never turn 19 again, honestly, I don’t want to, things have been strange lately and I can’t describe what surreal dystopia i’m living in but it definitely feels like a stranger things episode. But before we get into the chaos of 19, what was 18 like?
* cue stranger things synth music*
The plan for 18 was to be an influencer, not because of the fame or whatever reasons influencers become influencers but because I just felt like it’s something I could do, 18 year old savage, so young and naive tsk tsk tsk, I quickly realised It wasn’t something I wanted because with great influencing comes great restrictions and I’m just not ready to be restricted yet. I did switch up my outfits and what not so that was kind of a W.
I had a couple of projects I was working on and a large number of them (all ) fell through due to forces beyond my control ( Nigeria doing Nigeria nigga shit basically) so, that sucks, What else? Oh yeah, I met a bunch of famous people and got to work with them, in a way, so that was great too. I also got a lot better at blender 3D and motion graphics so that’s another W, not where I want to be, but definitely not where I was.
Sigh. This isn’t one of those cool motivational medium posts, things fell through and didn’t work out , I’ll work on new ones and if those fall through too, I’ll work on new ones again, I’ve not felt good in a while, hopefully whatever “that” is about resolves itself.
Man, I don’t have any more juicy gossip to dish, 18 was a rollercoaster with an unnecessary amount of low rails, way too many…
19, the only place left to go is up.
