sugar gliders are pretty cool...
My friends are such Debbie Downers.
As you know, I am uber pumped for the land school trip but apparently I'm all alone in that sentiment.
I was on Facebook and Bobbi started chatting with me. We went through the "hi" and "wats up" phase and then the conversation died so I tried to start up a new topic.
"so are you excited for the land school?" I wrote.
One second later:
"hells no."
...Well then. Waaay to be a buzzkill, Bobbi.
So we complain back and forth about the trips and the "stupid freshman" and how this year is going to fail (etc etc etc) because apparently that's ALL WE KNOW HOW TO FREAKING DO.
But then we talk about the House Bunny so that made it okay, I guess.
SERIOUSLY THOUGH. All my friends seem to hate the world.
Well, okay, they like Green Day. They like piercings. They like tattoos. They like Twizzlers and sugar gliders and horror movies and the mustache monkeys at the Como Zoo. And they like guitars. They carry around freaking guitar picks in their pocket and whip them out and compare them with each others for no reason. In these situations I'm kind of the odd one out, seeing as I fail at instruments. (Except the recorder, I'm a beast on that.)
Even though we're different, we do enjoy some of the same things, I guess. The big difference is, whenever there's a chance to complain or angst they're all up in that like nobody's business. Like complaining is the new "cool" or something.
Me? I'm just some quiet Asian girl who wears shirts that are unfashionably large and watches too much Avatar.
IDK I think someone messed up somewhere.
For their sake, maybe it's just that we get enthusiastic about different things? I mean, I squee for Avatar and butterflies and they squee for...
shiny guitar picks and angst.
Well. At least I have friends?
(PS: I love my friends, really.)
As you know, I am uber pumped for the land school trip but apparently I'm all alone in that sentiment.
I was on Facebook and Bobbi started chatting with me. We went through the "hi" and "wats up" phase and then the conversation died so I tried to start up a new topic.
"so are you excited for the land school?" I wrote.
One second later:
"hells no."
...Well then. Waaay to be a buzzkill, Bobbi.
So we complain back and forth about the trips and the "stupid freshman" and how this year is going to fail (etc etc etc) because apparently that's ALL WE KNOW HOW TO FREAKING DO.
But then we talk about the House Bunny so that made it okay, I guess.
SERIOUSLY THOUGH. All my friends seem to hate the world.
Well, okay, they like Green Day. They like piercings. They like tattoos. They like Twizzlers and sugar gliders and horror movies and the mustache monkeys at the Como Zoo. And they like guitars. They carry around freaking guitar picks in their pocket and whip them out and compare them with each others for no reason. In these situations I'm kind of the odd one out, seeing as I fail at instruments. (Except the recorder, I'm a beast on that.)
Even though we're different, we do enjoy some of the same things, I guess. The big difference is, whenever there's a chance to complain or angst they're all up in that like nobody's business. Like complaining is the new "cool" or something.
Me? I'm just some quiet Asian girl who wears shirts that are unfashionably large and watches too much Avatar.
IDK I think someone messed up somewhere.
For their sake, maybe it's just that we get enthusiastic about different things? I mean, I squee for Avatar and butterflies and they squee for...
shiny guitar picks and angst.
Well. At least I have friends?
(PS: I love my friends, really.)