[my music: Painters ~ Jewel]
People are occassionally wonderous and beautiful, but some as of late are overwhelmingly infuriating:
The Mouse: fighting terribly to create a name for itself in a clique.
The Trailer-Trash Poodle: dying for attention.
The Aged Tabby Cat: living vicariously through her rebellious little sister.
Everyone pretty much creates a name and spot for themselves within the first weeks (at most) of being in a clique of any sort. You have the grouch, the wild child, the playfully naive,... so on and so forth. But to change your position and name within that group is extremely difficult. While personal character changes and evolves from month to month, season to season, and year to year, it is difficult to lose any name you created for yourself however long ago. Some people though are attempting to change their name quickly and effectively. Few can pull it off, many screw it up. Many college-aged girl cliques find themselves in a dense cloud of drama that is only worsened by this type of situation. By attempting to take part in the drama of a group for the simple task of creating a personal name, you can either succeed and become like every other girl you surround yourself with, or you can find yourself kicking up more drama than some members of the clique are willing to deal with. As we age, our tolerance of petty crimes against social status becomes less. Word of advice to those attempting to create a name for themself (and pretty much anyone in the whole world): Choose wisely the drama you want to find yourself involved in, because you may find that even the most drama-filled clique cannot handle any more drama-starved children.
Some girls were just born with the ability to command attention. Others, not so much. So, they then try to get attention by dressing provocatively, rebelling against and claiming individuality from the social scene which they surround themselves with, and hating people like me. First of all, dress is the ultimate way to attract specific people from specific groups. If you dress preppy, you are more than likely going to attract people of the "preppy" social scene. If you dress trashy, you are more than likely going to attract people of the "trashy" social scene. Seems logical enough... But beyond just that, it reveals class, or lack thereof. I'm sorry, V.I.P. and other porn shops are not the best place to buy your shoes! Pretty much, that means you share the same shoe collection as hookers, prostitues and strippers. Now last time I checked, that's not exactly the crowd to associate with if you want to be taken seriously professionally and personally, regardless of who you think you have to or don't have to impress. Which brings me on to the fact that it absolutely infuritates me that people claim to hate those which they willingly surrounded themselves with. When you applied for admission to Quinnipiac University, you had to know that the majority of the students there would be white, Catholic, upperclass individuals probably with some spoiled and bratty tendencies. I will admit that I used to hate a similar crowd (except they were mostly Jewish and not Catholic), but Quinnipiac is normal for me, the class, the tendencies, everything, because it is what i grew up with, so I am able to handle it and now I realize that I am more of that crowd than I ever wanted to admit. But when you do not come from a similar setting, you had to know from pictures, from student reviews, that it was going to be the way that it is. Things that are different, stand out. And if you hate that scene so much, why the hell would you apply to be a part of it? It sure as hell was not the price and it sure as hell was not the hoppin' town surrounding it. So while you are here, do not broadcast how much you hate everyone around you because no one forced you to stay, no one forced you to live on campus with everyone, no one forced you to pay $35,000 a year so you can claim how every single Quinnipiac girl is the same and you are so gloriously different. You are not glorious and you are not different. You dress differently, you come from a different class, but in the end you and all college students are painfully similar. We are all here for an education to make a life for ourselves and our families one day, and along the way we are fighting to find ourselves and others whom we want to keep around as friends, confidants, potential lovers and spouses even. You are not different. Get over it. So when you come along and hate on me for no reason other than I am everything you hate and have everything you want, just remember, that I will be civil; but I will not go out of my way to be kind, and behind my seemingly harmless glance, I am laughing at you. I am laughing because you think you are sexy stomping around in hooker shoes, and wearing outfits that cost less than my shoes, and I know that it is the girl standing there commanding attention with her personality, her natural beauty, and her general presence that will still outshine you even on your best day. So go on playing your games, but one day you will wake up and realize how stupid you have been all along. Then again, maybe you won't...
Finally, aging can be painful, you realize how you've changed and grown, but sometimes there are still things left unsettled and you feel as though you cannot do anything about it. Rebellions were never understood by the autority, tears and struggles never sympathized with. But sometimes, those things are better of left that way. Left off as lessons of mishandled situations. Suddenly though, teenage causes are reignited by the rebellions and struggles of younger siblings. You should have learned that they were pointless from the start. College brings out the ability to do what your mother always told you to never do. It brings out the ability to try new things, experiment, stay out late, and essentially have more control over your daily tasks than ever before. However, some people simply cannot handle this type of responsibility. Yes, while it remains to be one of the best times of anyone's life, it still is more responsibility than you had ever had to deal with before. So those who had been sheltered all their lives and never really had to do more than their own laundry, will more than likely abuse the freedom of college. This brings about quarrelling between the young and the old. The parents want what is best, but the children see it as parents still attempting to control them. It is not right though, for an older sibling to step in and take the side of the younger sibling and promote rebelliousness for the simple reason that they did not have anyone there to support their side. Yes, sibling support is important, but when it is for the right reasons. Support your little sister's health, suport your little sister's decision to take part in greek life, support your little sister's academics. Do not turn around and talk smack about your own mother just because over a decade ago she used to try to control you too. You are supposed to deal with your parents, talk things through, and realize both sides of the argument. You are not supposed to lock yourself in your room, talk smack to your friends, and ignore your parents' point of view. In all of this, remember, that Karma is real. One day, you will have children too, and they will do exactly what you did to your mother, and what you are now having your sister do. To me, it is pathetic. Grow up and act your age.
ok, that was negative enough...
Dance, music, burgers, s'mores, partying, and beaded curtains made me remember why humans are amazing. The ability to speak your mind to a friend because she knows how honestly you love her and are looking out for her, is amazing. No matter how bitter things got over disagreements in life decisions, we still are able to get back to normal. Just getting in the car together, singing and driving; laying out on the beach, getting dolled up together, and just be our crazy quirky selves, are my favorite parts of hanging out with you!! Thursday and Friday were full of reunions. Reunions between roommates, friends, and old old enemies were rather incredible. It's crazy going an hour and a half away from home just to run into someone you hated in high school, who actually lives only about 6 minutes from my front door... and we actually got along really well. Ohhh, it was fun. Pics are up on dotphoto if you wanna take a look!
But now one of the best weekends of the summer so far has come to an end and i start my second job in the morning. So until next time, I remain insatiable and fabulous. Goodnight <3
People are occassionally wonderous and beautiful, but some as of late are overwhelmingly infuriating:
The Mouse: fighting terribly to create a name for itself in a clique.
The Trailer-Trash Poodle: dying for attention.
The Aged Tabby Cat: living vicariously through her rebellious little sister.
Everyone pretty much creates a name and spot for themselves within the first weeks (at most) of being in a clique of any sort. You have the grouch, the wild child, the playfully naive,... so on and so forth. But to change your position and name within that group is extremely difficult. While personal character changes and evolves from month to month, season to season, and year to year, it is difficult to lose any name you created for yourself however long ago. Some people though are attempting to change their name quickly and effectively. Few can pull it off, many screw it up. Many college-aged girl cliques find themselves in a dense cloud of drama that is only worsened by this type of situation. By attempting to take part in the drama of a group for the simple task of creating a personal name, you can either succeed and become like every other girl you surround yourself with, or you can find yourself kicking up more drama than some members of the clique are willing to deal with. As we age, our tolerance of petty crimes against social status becomes less. Word of advice to those attempting to create a name for themself (and pretty much anyone in the whole world): Choose wisely the drama you want to find yourself involved in, because you may find that even the most drama-filled clique cannot handle any more drama-starved children.
Some girls were just born with the ability to command attention. Others, not so much. So, they then try to get attention by dressing provocatively, rebelling against and claiming individuality from the social scene which they surround themselves with, and hating people like me. First of all, dress is the ultimate way to attract specific people from specific groups. If you dress preppy, you are more than likely going to attract people of the "preppy" social scene. If you dress trashy, you are more than likely going to attract people of the "trashy" social scene. Seems logical enough... But beyond just that, it reveals class, or lack thereof. I'm sorry, V.I.P. and other porn shops are not the best place to buy your shoes! Pretty much, that means you share the same shoe collection as hookers, prostitues and strippers. Now last time I checked, that's not exactly the crowd to associate with if you want to be taken seriously professionally and personally, regardless of who you think you have to or don't have to impress. Which brings me on to the fact that it absolutely infuritates me that people claim to hate those which they willingly surrounded themselves with. When you applied for admission to Quinnipiac University, you had to know that the majority of the students there would be white, Catholic, upperclass individuals probably with some spoiled and bratty tendencies. I will admit that I used to hate a similar crowd (except they were mostly Jewish and not Catholic), but Quinnipiac is normal for me, the class, the tendencies, everything, because it is what i grew up with, so I am able to handle it and now I realize that I am more of that crowd than I ever wanted to admit. But when you do not come from a similar setting, you had to know from pictures, from student reviews, that it was going to be the way that it is. Things that are different, stand out. And if you hate that scene so much, why the hell would you apply to be a part of it? It sure as hell was not the price and it sure as hell was not the hoppin' town surrounding it. So while you are here, do not broadcast how much you hate everyone around you because no one forced you to stay, no one forced you to live on campus with everyone, no one forced you to pay $35,000 a year so you can claim how every single Quinnipiac girl is the same and you are so gloriously different. You are not glorious and you are not different. You dress differently, you come from a different class, but in the end you and all college students are painfully similar. We are all here for an education to make a life for ourselves and our families one day, and along the way we are fighting to find ourselves and others whom we want to keep around as friends, confidants, potential lovers and spouses even. You are not different. Get over it. So when you come along and hate on me for no reason other than I am everything you hate and have everything you want, just remember, that I will be civil; but I will not go out of my way to be kind, and behind my seemingly harmless glance, I am laughing at you. I am laughing because you think you are sexy stomping around in hooker shoes, and wearing outfits that cost less than my shoes, and I know that it is the girl standing there commanding attention with her personality, her natural beauty, and her general presence that will still outshine you even on your best day. So go on playing your games, but one day you will wake up and realize how stupid you have been all along. Then again, maybe you won't...
Finally, aging can be painful, you realize how you've changed and grown, but sometimes there are still things left unsettled and you feel as though you cannot do anything about it. Rebellions were never understood by the autority, tears and struggles never sympathized with. But sometimes, those things are better of left that way. Left off as lessons of mishandled situations. Suddenly though, teenage causes are reignited by the rebellions and struggles of younger siblings. You should have learned that they were pointless from the start. College brings out the ability to do what your mother always told you to never do. It brings out the ability to try new things, experiment, stay out late, and essentially have more control over your daily tasks than ever before. However, some people simply cannot handle this type of responsibility. Yes, while it remains to be one of the best times of anyone's life, it still is more responsibility than you had ever had to deal with before. So those who had been sheltered all their lives and never really had to do more than their own laundry, will more than likely abuse the freedom of college. This brings about quarrelling between the young and the old. The parents want what is best, but the children see it as parents still attempting to control them. It is not right though, for an older sibling to step in and take the side of the younger sibling and promote rebelliousness for the simple reason that they did not have anyone there to support their side. Yes, sibling support is important, but when it is for the right reasons. Support your little sister's health, suport your little sister's decision to take part in greek life, support your little sister's academics. Do not turn around and talk smack about your own mother just because over a decade ago she used to try to control you too. You are supposed to deal with your parents, talk things through, and realize both sides of the argument. You are not supposed to lock yourself in your room, talk smack to your friends, and ignore your parents' point of view. In all of this, remember, that Karma is real. One day, you will have children too, and they will do exactly what you did to your mother, and what you are now having your sister do. To me, it is pathetic. Grow up and act your age.
ok, that was negative enough...
Dance, music, burgers, s'mores, partying, and beaded curtains made me remember why humans are amazing. The ability to speak your mind to a friend because she knows how honestly you love her and are looking out for her, is amazing. No matter how bitter things got over disagreements in life decisions, we still are able to get back to normal. Just getting in the car together, singing and driving; laying out on the beach, getting dolled up together, and just be our crazy quirky selves, are my favorite parts of hanging out with you!! Thursday and Friday were full of reunions. Reunions between roommates, friends, and old old enemies were rather incredible. It's crazy going an hour and a half away from home just to run into someone you hated in high school, who actually lives only about 6 minutes from my front door... and we actually got along really well. Ohhh, it was fun. Pics are up on dotphoto if you wanna take a look!
But now one of the best weekends of the summer so far has come to an end and i start my second job in the morning. So until next time, I remain insatiable and fabulous. Goodnight <3
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