This is my life now
My titles are always irrelevant to what my posts are about. I like that.
I honestly feel like I’m going to be in school forever. By choice. Like I don’t like science but I can see myself as a medical doctor. And I like psychology a lot and I can see myself as a clinical psychologist. But I also like government and I can see myself as a lawyer. And then I can see myself as a freelance writer. And a comedian. And a cartoonist. And a political analyst. Arrgghghghgh.
And I only have four years (technically two now) with two majors to decide what I’m going to do for the rest of my life.
Adults are always like “you can be whatever you want” but what if you want to do everything.
She said as she is currently doing nothing while eating Cuties.
LOOK AT THIS BABY ELEPHANT
For those of y’all at home from college and living the struggle
First you come to the bitter realization that you’re broke af and things like a simple 5 Dollar Footlong from Subway seems like rich folk’s food and you’re like:
And you talk to your parents about it and they go “I don’t know what to tell you” and are like:
And you’re sad cause you were kinda expecting:
Even though that would never happen and they’re like “Then go get a job” and your like:
But you try anyway to get that paper and each day you’re still at home your parents are like “Didn’t you find a job yet?” and you’re like:
Because you were content with your prior plan all like:
And at first it seems exciting because you’re like a proper adult, applying for jobs and shit and you’re all like:
But you keep applying to jobs and you’re like:
And when people ask you what’s wrong, you’re like:
And while trying to look up how to write cover letters and closing statements, you eventually figure out all of that was a complete waste of time when your just trying to work at a damn Chipotle and you’re like:
And your parents keep asking if you’ve gotten an offer yet and you’re like:
And when you finally get a response from an employer, they tell you that you’re overqualified for the job when in reality you don’t care about that overqualified nonsense, you just want money and you’re like:
So at this point you just give up to wait and see what happens and spend your days like:
george michael has a poster that just says “music”
I WAS ON TWITTER AND SAW THIS VINE IM NOT SURE WHY IM LAUGHING SO HARD
I’m doing this
I’ve been listening to #thatPower on repeat for nearly an hour now and I’ve thought up at least two different choreographies to it and now I just want to flip this legal pad and dance in the middle of this study hall and if anyone wants to stop me, I’m just gonna pull a “Horton Hears a Hater” and take some age-old JB advice
Once finals are over I’m going to sit, watch Ratatouille, and knit. Cause that’s what real niggaz do.