It’s gotten to the point where my hair doesn’t look nearly as stupid when it’s in a headband.
It’s gotten to the point where I need a headband.
I need a haircut. It’s two inches too long. (if you have short hair, you understand)
But no, can’t get haircut until I know when I’m leaving for Korea. Don’t want two haircuts before leaving. Too much money. Haircut before leaving so I don’t have to worry about finding a stylist for a little while in Korea who speaks English. (or finding someone who will go with me and translate)
Eternal struggle of short hair that requires regular maintenance.
I’m just saying.
With all the other dumb e-mails Tumblr insists on sending me (“What you missed this week!” i miss nothing i am always here “Congrats on [x] likes!!” what even)
I would like a “Congrats on your post reaching 50k notes!” e-mail now, kthxbai
(I mean it took 10 months, but come on. That’s a crazy amount of notes for someone like me)
27/06/13 @ 03:13am
■ can i just put my uterus in a jar until i need it
■ it'll be a few years we can just cryo-freeze it
■ tw: menstruation
my everything insides hurt
like for real i have been having cramps for EIGHT DAYS
it’s the Hanukkah of menstruation up in here except there are no presents, lights, delicious foods, and there is only pain and anti-inflammatory pain medication
i’m kind of really over this tbh
Who is both super lame and all hopped up on allergy medicine and is therefore going to bed before 10pm
I also have to work with middle schoolers tomorrow so I need sleep (please let there *not* be another bomb threat like today and we had to be evacuated and also please let this not be another “here you are clearly, severely under qualified, you get to teach special education today” situation because s.p.e.d. is exhausting and stressful)
24/04/13 @ 11:43am
■ and i still have a few more CDs to load up but i'll do that tomorrow
So now I have like 11 gigs of music on my computer that’s cool.
If I ever wanted to listen to music for 5 days straight and not hear the same thing twice.
I’m having an “everything needs to change” itch again.
Today it’s concerning my hair. Again.
Knock it off, impulses, we’re going to end up doing something dumb one of these days.
New avatar that isn’t Luna WHAT OH NO
But it’s storyboarding from the final episode of Sailor Moon SuperS!!!
Anyway, I will never change my username but sometimes I change my icon. Like, super rarely do I change my icon kbye
So, to add to the list of things that stress me out, my parents have started nagging me about grad school. Again.
See, there’s this problem. The problem is that I don’t necessarily want to go to grad school. And yet they’re insisting on it. And then I’m like “So how am I going to pay for it?” and they’re like “Loans” and I’m like “Great, because, you know, I can’t pay the ones I have now off”
And then they wonder why I go off on my own and don’t talk to them. Well, maybe because every opportunity they get, they jump on me about how I’m not doing anything with my life and I should go to grad school because you need a master’s degree to get a job these days.
I’m sorry but when I started college, it was “You need a bachelor’s to get a job these days.” I shudder to think that my kids are going to need Ph.D’s to get anywhere in life.
And clearly, the solution to me not doing anything with my life is taking on assloads more debt and getting another fancy piece of paper that won’t get me a job.
You do not get a master’s degree when you don’t know what else to do with your life. You don’t. That’s fucking stupid.
And I DON’T WANT TO. Because why am I going to accumulate more debt just to have a piece of paper in something I don’t want? None of my interests are things that make money. And my dad’s like “Your hobbies are your hobbies. Your job is your job.” WHY CAN’T MY JOB BE SOMETHING I LIKE?
I just… I don’t know what to do. The only thing I know is that I don’t want to go to grad school.
Why do I have so many pictures of your face and why do I miss you so freaking much…
It’s not a terrible thing. I just don’t know how I feel about you. I think I’ve locked part of you away in my head, so it doesn’t hurt so much.
But I think some part of me will always love you.