it's not Casimir Pulaski day
I certainly wouldn't want to go to college via the internet. Maybe it works for some people, but it wouldn't work for me. I wonder if you get books...
I don't really know who Casimir Pulaski is, except that he is Polish and he has a public holiday in Chicago. Is there a parade? I suppose that if I was to have a holiday named after me, I'd want it to be ambiguous.
I cleaned up the heaping pile of my "nice" clothes plopped on my bedroom floor. When I moved it home I left it all on the hangers, but I threw it on the floor. I was lazy. I'm not the one to worry about wrinkles and so on.
I've never been very good at clothing myself. When I was young I used to refuse new clothes if they still physically fit on my body. The pants legs and shirt sleeves would be short, and I wore hideous clashing prints. It was a statement that I didn't care what the fashions were or what other people thought. I was a non-conformist before I knew what the word meant. If you have clothes that fit on your body, you should wear them. Maybe it was because I was worried about wasting things. I'm always worried about wasting things. So many people have so much less than I do, it's a crime to waste it. How that has to do with old clothes, I don't have it fully figured out. Anyway, my sister was always fashionable -- that's where I slid behind on the whole social skills thing. (Don't worry, it got better by around 8th grade, but I've never fully returned to normal.)
Believe it or not, I was extremely extroverted when I was young. I was really thin, and bubbly, and cute with long thick blond hair and bright blue eyes. Then I got awkward. Shit happens.
I mean, I'm not ugly, I'm just saying that I'm not a bombshell. Few people are. Most people, if they're beautiful physically, have hideous personalities and lives (in general). That's my perspective. It's pretty biased. I know.
Overall I'm happy with the person I am. I certainly could be spending more time with my friends, but I don't try very hard. I'm lazy (I already mentioned this). I'm tired of driving around, (it takes me an hour to get to and from work) so I don't really want to drive all the way to who-knows-where. Well, I will, but not all of the time. And what about those gas prices?
I'm screwed. How am I going to make a living when I'm older? I mean, how am I going to support myself? When I have a family (because I really hope I do some day), how will that work out?
Ah, it's beyond me right now. I'm 21, and this is not very far off. But, if I spend all of my time worrying about this now, I'll be dead by the time I'm 40 from anxiety attacks or something. How tragic.
I wish I really knew how to play an instrument. But, I don't want anyone to hear me. Ironic? It's like how I'm bad at languages. I'm not bad at them, I just don't practice because I'm embarrassed to speak to someone else who knows better. I feel judged. I hate being judged. I should get over that.
There's still so much I have to learn.
I don't really know who Casimir Pulaski is, except that he is Polish and he has a public holiday in Chicago. Is there a parade? I suppose that if I was to have a holiday named after me, I'd want it to be ambiguous.
I cleaned up the heaping pile of my "nice" clothes plopped on my bedroom floor. When I moved it home I left it all on the hangers, but I threw it on the floor. I was lazy. I'm not the one to worry about wrinkles and so on.
I've never been very good at clothing myself. When I was young I used to refuse new clothes if they still physically fit on my body. The pants legs and shirt sleeves would be short, and I wore hideous clashing prints. It was a statement that I didn't care what the fashions were or what other people thought. I was a non-conformist before I knew what the word meant. If you have clothes that fit on your body, you should wear them. Maybe it was because I was worried about wasting things. I'm always worried about wasting things. So many people have so much less than I do, it's a crime to waste it. How that has to do with old clothes, I don't have it fully figured out. Anyway, my sister was always fashionable -- that's where I slid behind on the whole social skills thing. (Don't worry, it got better by around 8th grade, but I've never fully returned to normal.)
Believe it or not, I was extremely extroverted when I was young. I was really thin, and bubbly, and cute with long thick blond hair and bright blue eyes. Then I got awkward. Shit happens.
I mean, I'm not ugly, I'm just saying that I'm not a bombshell. Few people are. Most people, if they're beautiful physically, have hideous personalities and lives (in general). That's my perspective. It's pretty biased. I know.
Overall I'm happy with the person I am. I certainly could be spending more time with my friends, but I don't try very hard. I'm lazy (I already mentioned this). I'm tired of driving around, (it takes me an hour to get to and from work) so I don't really want to drive all the way to who-knows-where. Well, I will, but not all of the time. And what about those gas prices?
I'm screwed. How am I going to make a living when I'm older? I mean, how am I going to support myself? When I have a family (because I really hope I do some day), how will that work out?
Ah, it's beyond me right now. I'm 21, and this is not very far off. But, if I spend all of my time worrying about this now, I'll be dead by the time I'm 40 from anxiety attacks or something. How tragic.
I wish I really knew how to play an instrument. But, I don't want anyone to hear me. Ironic? It's like how I'm bad at languages. I'm not bad at them, I just don't practice because I'm embarrassed to speak to someone else who knows better. I feel judged. I hate being judged. I should get over that.
There's still so much I have to learn.