I hate bothering people
And I hate that I feel like I'm bothering people.
Don't deny it, I know it's annoying. I know you know I know and I know you would listen anyway, but
Yeah.
I'm annoying.
I'm annoying myself.
I'm like those girls I see in movies that make me throw popcorn at the tv.
"Stop crying, dipshit" Popcorn.
Doesn't work that way.
Not when you're a cry baby.
Turns out.
And the cord really clashes with the stupid cape.
Luckily it like reverses with the cape so it's not as bad if you're just looking at me from one side.
You'd think Phi Alpha Theta would've been like the original honors society and would therefore have bloody bothered to pick the good colors that coordinate with everything.
And if you tell me it was founded by men I have one word for you: Dandy.
Dandy. Dedicated Follower of Fashion. Well-Respected Man.
Pick any Kinks song, you'll understand.
Sigh. I should try on the hat before it's too late to find someone to swap with.
But to do that I have to let down my hair.
And then just any old mofo can get into my tower.
What's that a metaphor for...ew...
Never considered myself to have a tower.
I'm a brick...house...?
No, not really. I'll stop now.
Well, for now.
Managed to not have to talk to Dr Payne by slipping out as soon as the "formal" part was over.
Wish I could say the same for Odem or Adamson.
Man, I'm graduating. I've never met you, lady, I sure as shit don't need to now.
You really want me to tell you what I think of Women's Studies?
No, you don't.
And, Jesus, Adamson, you gave me something-other-than-an-a-or-a-minus.
Don't talk to me.
I'll go ahead and blame you for me not being the recipient of that stupid award.
Speaking of awards, I did pretty well for myself.
Yeah I got good marks, did a thesis, got into the honors society in my SECOND year.
And you what? Failed out of eight colleges and you
I'm going to stop myself.
I like to say no one's opinion matters to me.
Because it doesn't, not in the way you think.
You see, I don't care what you think of me, I care what what you think of me makes me feel.
And you make me feel like a failure.
Or a disappointment.
Or a worthless piece of trash.
And I know I'm not, but even knowing that, feeling the weight of your DISAPPOINTMENT RARGH vibes kind of conquers my pitiful knowledge.
Just as a side note, the "you"s in this entry are not often the same or even typically only one person. We possess no "Vous" in our language and "y'all" kind of undercuts my righteous fury.
And don't ask if my family is flying in for graduation.
What the fuck kind of question is that?
Whose family doesn't?
I hope I made her uncomfortable with my answer.
Because she made me cry.
Indirectly.
But jeez.
This is the kind of crap I would try to hide from my father and he would find out because I would break down and tell him and then he would go to something like the stupid honors ceremony so I don't have to have goddamnSharon there and he would embarrass me horribly but I would be SOMEWHAT NORMAL.
Christ.
I know I'm weird, but it would be nice if I could at least make a showing of being normal.
Having some aspect of my life be typical.
I don't want anyone to come. I don't want to do this. I don't like being paraded I don't like lauding my accomplishments.
I'm not that impressive, back the fuck off.
And even if I am impressive, it is ME that is impressive, not you!
Even if you paid for something you DIDN'T MAKE IT. OH MY GOD SHUT UP.
Do you like my new pipe, Zeke?
Wow, Jeb, did you whittle that yourself?
Of course not, Zeke, bought it at the general store.
Well why the Jesus are you looking so smug then, Jeb?
Poor God's name is taking quite a beating in this post. I'll go ahead and try not to use it again.
Sure, Jeb picked it out and he gave it the opportunity to function, but it was the stupid whittler than made the damn pipe, it was his accomplishment.
That's why you shouldn't be so proud of your possessions.
Fashion your character not your house.
This is not an argument against capitalism (shutupsocialistbastards), this is an argument about taking other people's accomplishments as your own.
The only people who can claim any direct hand in my honors thesis completion are the men on my committee and David.
Because Dr Kushner helped me write it and the others helped me edit it.
And I guess you could say Matthew helped me convert one of Dr Reiss' docx files.
But see, he doesn't try to claim credit even though he kept me more mentally stable than anyone else.
Er, don't blame him for my mental state, just imagine what it would've been like without him.
Yeah, cower.
So in conclusion (because this needs to end for real real), everybody leave me the fuck alone because I hate everything because I'm upset and grumpy and a crybaby.
Don't deny it, I know it's annoying. I know you know I know and I know you would listen anyway, but
Yeah.
I'm annoying.
I'm annoying myself.
I'm like those girls I see in movies that make me throw popcorn at the tv.
"Stop crying, dipshit" Popcorn.
Doesn't work that way.
Not when you're a cry baby.
Turns out.
And the cord really clashes with the stupid cape.
Luckily it like reverses with the cape so it's not as bad if you're just looking at me from one side.
You'd think Phi Alpha Theta would've been like the original honors society and would therefore have bloody bothered to pick the good colors that coordinate with everything.
And if you tell me it was founded by men I have one word for you: Dandy.
Dandy. Dedicated Follower of Fashion. Well-Respected Man.
Pick any Kinks song, you'll understand.
Sigh. I should try on the hat before it's too late to find someone to swap with.
But to do that I have to let down my hair.
And then just any old mofo can get into my tower.
What's that a metaphor for...ew...
Never considered myself to have a tower.
I'm a brick...house...?
No, not really. I'll stop now.
Well, for now.
Managed to not have to talk to Dr Payne by slipping out as soon as the "formal" part was over.
Wish I could say the same for Odem or Adamson.
Man, I'm graduating. I've never met you, lady, I sure as shit don't need to now.
You really want me to tell you what I think of Women's Studies?
No, you don't.
And, Jesus, Adamson, you gave me something-other-than-an-a-or-a-minus.
Don't talk to me.
I'll go ahead and blame you for me not being the recipient of that stupid award.
Speaking of awards, I did pretty well for myself.
Yeah I got good marks, did a thesis, got into the honors society in my SECOND year.
And you what? Failed out of eight colleges and you
I'm going to stop myself.
I like to say no one's opinion matters to me.
Because it doesn't, not in the way you think.
You see, I don't care what you think of me, I care what what you think of me makes me feel.
And you make me feel like a failure.
Or a disappointment.
Or a worthless piece of trash.
And I know I'm not, but even knowing that, feeling the weight of your DISAPPOINTMENT RARGH vibes kind of conquers my pitiful knowledge.
Just as a side note, the "you"s in this entry are not often the same or even typically only one person. We possess no "Vous" in our language and "y'all" kind of undercuts my righteous fury.
And don't ask if my family is flying in for graduation.
What the fuck kind of question is that?
Whose family doesn't?
I hope I made her uncomfortable with my answer.
Because she made me cry.
Indirectly.
But jeez.
This is the kind of crap I would try to hide from my father and he would find out because I would break down and tell him and then he would go to something like the stupid honors ceremony so I don't have to have goddamnSharon there and he would embarrass me horribly but I would be SOMEWHAT NORMAL.
Christ.
I know I'm weird, but it would be nice if I could at least make a showing of being normal.
Having some aspect of my life be typical.
I don't want anyone to come. I don't want to do this. I don't like being paraded I don't like lauding my accomplishments.
I'm not that impressive, back the fuck off.
And even if I am impressive, it is ME that is impressive, not you!
Even if you paid for something you DIDN'T MAKE IT. OH MY GOD SHUT UP.
Do you like my new pipe, Zeke?
Wow, Jeb, did you whittle that yourself?
Of course not, Zeke, bought it at the general store.
Well why the Jesus are you looking so smug then, Jeb?
Poor God's name is taking quite a beating in this post. I'll go ahead and try not to use it again.
Sure, Jeb picked it out and he gave it the opportunity to function, but it was the stupid whittler than made the damn pipe, it was his accomplishment.
That's why you shouldn't be so proud of your possessions.
Fashion your character not your house.
This is not an argument against capitalism (shutupsocialistbastards), this is an argument about taking other people's accomplishments as your own.
The only people who can claim any direct hand in my honors thesis completion are the men on my committee and David.
Because Dr Kushner helped me write it and the others helped me edit it.
And I guess you could say Matthew helped me convert one of Dr Reiss' docx files.
But see, he doesn't try to claim credit even though he kept me more mentally stable than anyone else.
Er, don't blame him for my mental state, just imagine what it would've been like without him.
Yeah, cower.
So in conclusion (because this needs to end for real real), everybody leave me the fuck alone because I hate everything because I'm upset and grumpy and a crybaby.