- everyone: you're so quiet
- me: i'm not quiet i just don't fucking like you
I’m sitting here thinking about my future.
And feeling like an idiot.
I don’t understand why I chose business for a major. I hate economics, I hate analyzing trends in the stock market, I don’t even know what MIS is in my COB 204 class is. And I know I’m young, but I’m haunted by the fact that I was so stupid in not planning on auditioning for the JMU theatre program. (Advice for high school seniors, AUDITION FOR ALL THE SCHOOLS YOU APPLY TO IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT TO PURSUE.) I was so sure I’d be in California right now. So sure. But my parents almost had me convinced they cared enough to keep me here. And don’t get me wrong, I love it here. I love my roomate, I have two of my best friends here, I love my suitemates, I enjoy the parties and fun (water balloon fights on the quad, anyone?), and I like my new friends. The teachers are awesome and the food is going to make me fat some time soon. But I’m already so sure that I made the wrong decision. I never wanted to be one of those kids who studied business because that’s what they wanted to fall back on, but I’ve become one of them. In fact, I’m pretty sure when I move to Cali, I wouldn’t mind being a starving artist and waitressing for a job. College is about studying what you’re passionate about, right? Something has got to change, and soon, or I’m dead in the water.
I hope you realize that even though you hate my guts now, I’m not enough of a bitch to not worry about you.
SLEEPING BEAUTY (1485).
POCAHONTAS (17TH CENTURY POWAHTAN).
CINDERELLA (MID 1860’S)
JASMINE (PRE-ISLAMIC MIDDLE EAST)
SNOW WHITE (16TH CENTURY GERMANY).
BELLE (1770’S FRENCH COURT FASHION).
You see, there’s this thing. It’s called “I don’t like you.” Stop talking to me.
Harry Potter Alliance on LBGT organizations (via faberrum
We had a diversity rally kind of thing. It was super interesting. What got me was the activity after. We had to write about ourselves and where we come from. Needless to say, mine was depressing. I had no intention of sharing it, but then I decided to…oddly enough. I revealed things to people I just met that some of my friends don’t know. It felt nice being real this time around.