May 2012
5 posts
superstitious
Like when something seems to good to be true (this sublet) but you don’t want to voice your suspicion, because then you are jinxing it.
Omg. I do not want to live in Dorchester
April 2012
31 posts
Sometimes I wish I could be a princess
But then I remember I like really cheap vodka, clubs in providence forever21, corn dogs, loitering on gross beaches, piercings & sweat pants, and generally a plethora of other low-class things.
womp
1 tag
suck it in. suck it up. grind your teeth and let it go because dealing with it is better than the consequences of lashing out! What a life skill.
So glad I’m at amherst, doing whatever the hell I want with a hookah and endless supply of coals. Spa tomorrow, and I’m driving for once…
spite much? I can read through almost everyone like a children’s book, so don’t think I don’t recognize the intent behind your behavior.
today, i...
went home (eek)
DDS
woke up this morning in bed, not alone
learned that my jeans were made by underaged, abused chinese workers
checked up on my lonely tumblr, and not it’s not really today, it’s tomorrow.
fast metabolism
I’m the least healthy person I know, but actually I have no shame. Just wondering when it will catch up to me.
tufts sucks
I’m beginning to realize Tufts has nothing that I want. No version of psychology that isn’t hardcore cognitive science. No ACTUALLY taught courses on Africa (but 101 on each European country and it’s government). Okay—maybe there one or two a year. How can I fill out my Africana disapora culture requirement? I’m not talking about black people, I’m talking out...
I’m pretty glad I’ve grown up with such diversity. I wouldn’t say I’m more politically correct than anyone else at home, but I’m definitely appreciate. I was thinking about my collection of closest friends today:
Best friends:
-chinese/burmese buddhist
-white christian
-lebanese muslim
Good friends:
-puerto rican/white, black, jewish
Pretty cool mix.
do the creep
Just when I start feeling on top of things,theygive me a new reason to be frustrated and subsequently I will shamelessly take that out on everything and everyone else that aggravates me.
On a completely separate note, multiple male strangers have called me beautiful, displayed interest in, or have shouted “WHERE IS YOUR BOYFRIEND?” at me today. I seriously wonder what makes me the...
shaking the fear
I have a new goal aside from being famous and rich and owning a baby sloth; self-efficacy. Not being specialized in one area, but being confident that you can do anything at all that you want. Not telling yourself that you’re not smart enough, or you just naturally aren’t good at that subject, or being too scared to take risks. I have to go back to that or everything else is pointless.
UuuUuuUggGGhhHHHHH
No, but seriously. Whaaattheeefuccck. Someone really needs to tell me what to do or give me some answers. There needs to be a manual for how to deal with something like this. Whatever forces are keeping me semi-calm and collected are unnatural. This is beyond fixable. But I’m not giving up.
Those fucking pricks.
I know this sounds weird but sometimes
I feel like I don’t have a face.
I can’t picture my own face in most situations. I wonder what that says about me?
March 2012
31 posts
grudges
Even though I think you are the scum of the earth, the biggest piece of shit, I’m going to have to smile in your face and kiss your feet to get what I need. I hope you revel in the fact that you have power now, because I’m not giving you a single penny after I’m done in school. But by then you’ll probably be poor and old anyways, maybe I won’t even care anymore. I...
how to...?
How the hell do you get irrational, childish, angry people with a grudge to do something that could possibly benefit you? That’s the question I have to answer. If ever my writing skills could accomplish something, this must be it. I’m spending the day in a remote cubicle in the library.
The only way to say it
Sometimes when I listen to/discover more about people, the only thing I can think about them is “You are so imperfect”. And I don’t mean it in the good way.
beating a dead horse
Such a disconcerting expression. There’s another meeting I am (not) looking forward to going to tomorrow where I will be shoved into confronting another problem. Of which I will be asked to sift through and dissect a repetitively hopeless situation for an audience that won’t understand. I feel like I’m jumping through hoops here.
If I can get this one out-standing issue somehow...
