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Nov. 9th, 2010 06:31 pmThe good news: things have happened since the last post! The bad news: most of them were shitty. Although there was breakdancing (b-girling?) which kind of MADE MY LIFE. Unfortunately, that was only for one hour and didn't really counterbalance the other stuff, but every little bit helps.
( I don't think you're ever a hundred percent in the room )
TL;DR: Housemate issues, social apathy, academic pessimism.
( I don't think you're ever a hundred percent in the room )
TL;DR: Housemate issues, social apathy, academic pessimism.
Warning: this is a self-centered post full of teen angst.
Cut for your convenience, and to spare your brain cells. ;p
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( if I told you I don't take everything personally, that would be a lie )
Ok. That was my catharsis-for-the-weekend post. We return to your regularly scheduled programming shortly.
Cut for your convenience, and to spare your brain cells. ;p
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( if I told you I don't take everything personally, that would be a lie )
Ok. That was my catharsis-for-the-weekend post. We return to your regularly scheduled programming shortly.
First order of business: It's been one month here, and I have so far refrained from killing anyone. Hooray.
( THE HAPPY PART (+1 IMAGE) )
( THE ANGSTY PART - feel free to tl;dr )
OMG, why do my posts involve so much emotional whiplash?
*The ...what, ninth? Ranger's Apprentice book by John Flanagan. SOMEDAY I WILL STOP OBSESSING OVER CHEESY 12-YEAR OLD BOOKS, I SWEAR.
( THE HAPPY PART (+1 IMAGE) )
( THE ANGSTY PART - feel free to tl;dr )
OMG, why do my posts involve so much emotional whiplash?
*The ...what, ninth? Ranger's Apprentice book by John Flanagan. SOMEDAY I WILL STOP OBSESSING OVER CHEESY 12-YEAR OLD BOOKS, I SWEAR.
Mind Vomit!
Aug. 22nd, 2010 10:35 pm1) Just got back from a lovely weekend in Niagara-on-the-Lake with vexinglyverbose and mod_martha. We shopped, swam, and ate awesome food. Last night, we went to see An Ideal Husband as part of the Shaw Festival. IT WAS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN. And I wasn't even all that into seeing it in the first place. The tickets weren't exactly what you'd call cheap, so I was not too happy about spending that money, but I am so glad we went, because that was the most fantastic play I've ever had the pleasure of watching. The actors were terrific; the costumes were completely stunning, and, I mean, it's Oscar Wilde. What more can you ask for? What surprised me most about the play - more than the witty and intelligent writing, and the vivacity of the characters - was how thoroughly entertained I was throughout. I'm not a theater geek in any sense of the word, so I was like "eh, I will probably not be too enthralled by this" - BUT NO. I was completely taken from the opening act, and it was just FULL OF FABULOUS. ;ALSDJASLDKN;ASKLDJT SO MUCH LOVE FOR THAT PLAY. SO MUCH. ♥
2) I Have A Lot OfFeelings Questions: A Very Bitter Whiny Rant About My Education (Sorry for the Misplaced Commas)
Ok, someone please enlighten me because I cannot, for the life of me, understand this phenomenon. I am a generally mild-mannered university student. I go to Queen's University. I am planning to major in Psychology. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?! Every time I talk to someone about my degree, there is always this undertone of "what the fuck, why would you choose psychology?". There's always a pause after that, like I'm supposed to say "Surprise! Jokes - I'm actually going into bio/history/philosophy/acupuncture", and the other person will laugh, and all will be well. I will be the first to admit: I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS. Whenever I tell anyone that I'm interested in psychology, I feel pressured to justify that interest. What can I say? I like knowing how the mind works. I like introspection. Why should I apologize for that? I'm majoring in it because I am interested in it - why is that so horrible?!
Person: "So Sarah, what are you studying?"
Sarah: "Well, I'm majoring in Psychology--"
Person: "Oh, there's a psychologist here, can I leave the table now?"
(ACTUALFAX from this afternoon.)
Not to be impolite but what the fuck? I don't understand what's going on. What evil menace awaits in fourth year psyc? How is my degree worth less than that of someone who is going into Medieval Studies? Why does studying psychology make it sound like there's something wrong with me? It's my undergrad: no one's going to look at it after I've gotten my Master's, yet it feels like people are automatically writing me off because of it. It's gotten to the point that I don't like talking about my degree because I feel like I should be ashamed of it. And, trust, when you're spending this much money on something, you want it to be something you're not ashamed of.
Am I just projecting this? It's completely possible. (But I sure wasn't projecting the above conversation.) Is there some critical element of a BA in psyc that I have just failed to grasp? My mom majored in Psyc, and she turned out pretty well*. I'm just trying to do the same.
This shit just makes me want to say fuck it and enroll in one of those fancy-schmancy joint MBA/JD programs so that I won't have to continually justify myself, and people can finally shut up about my major.
TL;DR: Sarah whines about her degree; abuses question marks.
*This is a bit of an understatement. I love you, Mom.
2) I Have A Lot Of
Ok, someone please enlighten me because I cannot, for the life of me, understand this phenomenon. I am a generally mild-mannered university student. I go to Queen's University. I am planning to major in Psychology. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?! Every time I talk to someone about my degree, there is always this undertone of "what the fuck, why would you choose psychology?". There's always a pause after that, like I'm supposed to say "Surprise! Jokes - I'm actually going into bio/history/philosophy/acupuncture", and the other person will laugh, and all will be well. I will be the first to admit: I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS. Whenever I tell anyone that I'm interested in psychology, I feel pressured to justify that interest. What can I say? I like knowing how the mind works. I like introspection. Why should I apologize for that? I'm majoring in it because I am interested in it - why is that so horrible?!
Person: "So Sarah, what are you studying?"
Sarah: "Well, I'm majoring in Psychology--"
Person: "Oh, there's a psychologist here, can I leave the table now?"
(ACTUALFAX from this afternoon.)
Not to be impolite but what the fuck? I don't understand what's going on. What evil menace awaits in fourth year psyc? How is my degree worth less than that of someone who is going into Medieval Studies? Why does studying psychology make it sound like there's something wrong with me? It's my undergrad: no one's going to look at it after I've gotten my Master's, yet it feels like people are automatically writing me off because of it. It's gotten to the point that I don't like talking about my degree because I feel like I should be ashamed of it. And, trust, when you're spending this much money on something, you want it to be something you're not ashamed of.
Am I just projecting this? It's completely possible. (But I sure wasn't projecting the above conversation.) Is there some critical element of a BA in psyc that I have just failed to grasp? My mom majored in Psyc, and she turned out pretty well*. I'm just trying to do the same.
This shit just makes me want to say fuck it and enroll in one of those fancy-schmancy joint MBA/JD programs so that I won't have to continually justify myself, and people can finally shut up about my major.
TL;DR: Sarah whines about her degree; abuses question marks.
*This is a bit of an understatement. I love you, Mom.
Tags:
- anger,
- angst,
- baww cry moar,
- complaints,
- emo,
- life,
- psyc,
- rant,
- university,
- vacation,
- wtf?!
DYING INSIDE RN
May. 25th, 2010 11:18 pmDDDDDDDDD''''''''''''':
I AM LIKE
ONLY WITH MORE SOBBING AND LESS TRIUMPHANT!EVAN.
OH ANNA. OH EVAN. MY HEART IS BREAKING FOR YOU BOTH.
GDIAF NICOLE YOU FAKE SLORE
(I cannot believe I am like this over a *reality tv show*, but THEY WERE ADORABLE, OK.)
I AM LIKE
ONLY WITH MORE SOBBING AND LESS TRIUMPHANT!EVAN.
OH ANNA. OH EVAN. MY HEART IS BREAKING FOR YOU BOTH.
(I cannot believe I am like this over a *reality tv show*, but THEY WERE ADORABLE, OK.)
GOOD GOD Y'ALL
Oct. 8th, 2009 09:32 pmJUST FINISHED SPN S5E2 "GOOD GOD Y'ALL"
( SPOILERS except you've all probably seen it already... )
PS: tomorrow, I officially graduate high school...? FASCINATING.
( SPOILERS except you've all probably seen it already... )
PS: tomorrow, I officially graduate high school...? FASCINATING.
shoot me now
Sep. 6th, 2009 11:19 pmDamn LJ deleting my entries minutes before I post. Although the one I had intended last night was a long, rambling speil of angst - this one is just a summary of that.
Reasons for the Angst:
- I AM ALONE. IN MOTHERFUCKING KINGSTON.
- re: above. I have no support network here and everyone else on my floor is going to be uber hungover today, cause they were all at the pub last night becoming acquainted with whateverthefuck a Purple Jesus is, etc etc etc.
- The people here seem, for the most part, exactly like I expected. They are rich and blond and preppy, and it's like they were born to network. I don't get it. Did I miss the "social skills" gene when it was being handed out? Fuck. Also, my bathroom buddy still isn't here, which I'm kinda bummed about, since - well, I'm not really that bummed about it now, if she turns out to be like all the other people here. Surely there is someone else here as socially awkward as I am with whom I can be friends.
- also, I got here, quite honestly, yesterday, but I've already got a laundry list of things I need to buy. What the fuck. Because clearly, I'm not paying enough already.
- I feel like I'm costing my family a huge amount of money, and for what? This is miserable. I am absolutely exhausted, stupidly homesick, and unbelievably disinclined to hang out with other people, and this is just not fun.
TL;DR: ANGST EVERYONE ELSE IS PARTYING AND I HAVE NO FRIENDS D':
Reasons for the Angst:
- I AM ALONE. IN MOTHERFUCKING KINGSTON.
- re: above. I have no support network here and everyone else on my floor is going to be uber hungover today, cause they were all at the pub last night becoming acquainted with whateverthefuck a Purple Jesus is, etc etc etc.
- The people here seem, for the most part, exactly like I expected. They are rich and blond and preppy, and it's like they were born to network. I don't get it. Did I miss the "social skills" gene when it was being handed out? Fuck. Also, my bathroom buddy still isn't here, which I'm kinda bummed about, since - well, I'm not really that bummed about it now, if she turns out to be like all the other people here. Surely there is someone else here as socially awkward as I am with whom I can be friends.
- also, I got here, quite honestly, yesterday, but I've already got a laundry list of things I need to buy. What the fuck. Because clearly, I'm not paying enough already.
- I feel like I'm costing my family a huge amount of money, and for what? This is miserable. I am absolutely exhausted, stupidly homesick, and unbelievably disinclined to hang out with other people, and this is just not fun.
TL;DR: ANGST EVERYONE ELSE IS PARTYING AND I HAVE NO FRIENDS D':
TORCHWOOD CoE OH MY GOD
Jul. 25th, 2009 09:27 pmOH MY FUCKING GOD. YOU GUYS. THAT SHOW. IT'S KILLING ME. OKAY.
In the interest of not breaking my capslock key (and also mostly because I watched the episodes last night with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moonangelchan , so I've a) already flailed physically about them and b) had some time to cool off), I have a List.
( CUT FOR TORCHWOOD SPOILERS: CHILDREN OF EARTH )
In the interest of not breaking my capslock key (and also mostly because I watched the episodes last night with
moonangelchan , so I've a) already flailed physically about them and b) had some time to cool off), I have a List.( CUT FOR TORCHWOOD SPOILERS: CHILDREN OF EARTH )
