I'M SO PISSED AND FREAKED OUT HOLY FRIKHOLYFRIKHOLYFRIKK
So I’m a freshman in college, and up until a week ago wasn’t legally an adult.
FACEBOOK IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME. Why, you may ask? Not because I’m obsessed with it, but because PEOPLE ARE GETTING ENGAGED AND MARRIED AND CRAP ALL OVER THE PLACE.
I AM NOT EVEN ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO’S FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE OLDER THAN ME. I’M USUALLY BETTER FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE YOUNGER THAN ME, ACTUALLY. WHICH MAKES IT ALL THE MORE SCARY AND SHOCKING.
Friend Mark I met in July on the missions trip, who I didn’t think was even dating anyone at the time, got engaged to a girl in September who he literally had only known since May–and that was when they met online. He's twenty-one.
Girl I went to high school with showed up as a bride in wedding photos on Facebook. Nobody even knew she was dating anyone and now she’s married and she’s–at the most–like twenty or twenty-one.
Cousin Brooke and her boyfriend got engaged. I believe she’s 21.
Annoying hipster couple who are affiliated with my old church and mutual friends–engaged (probably only 20, 21?)
BUT JUST NOW, THE BIGGEST SHOCKER OF ALL. Kid I went to elementary & middle school with–in the same grade, that means he’s my effing age–just got ENGAGED.
SOMEBODY HELP I’M SO FREAKING PISSED AND SHOCKED AND ANGRY WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO WHAT IS GOING ON
Also does this happen to other people too or is it just because I’m a part of Christian circles or something
Getting ready for #catwest yep, that’s a giant spray can with a paintball gun inside. James’ digital comps to the real thing blows my mind. #paintball #catwest2013 #moniker #whatthecrap (at Moniker Warehouse)
There was poo found in the ladies’ shower hall! LOL, why would one do such a thing? Seemingly so, they had the AUDACITY (<- using this word for trolling purposes) to plant two large crumbly-lookin’ pebbles of feces at the showers. There’s a possibility that this person was unable to hold it in while showering, and just had to let it out. Ignorant. The toilets are seemingly 5 steps away from the showers.. Being the inconsiderate person she(he?) is, this person didn’t take notice of the fact that showers are for people to cleanse their body, not to do the business. Take it elsewhere! As the ladies shower, they all notice the huge whiff of a mysterious and foul smell that permeated the area. It was unpleasant. I can’t seem to let myself understand why on earth would she/he would do such a thing. For laughs? Hope not. It nearly had all the girls puking/gagging as they shower. In all hopes, this person might just have an uncontrollable butthole along with a careless and foolish personality. What a strikingly odd world we live in.
so for the past few weeks crap has been falling on the floor in my room and I was pretty sure it was from my chair– a gear here, a pile of sawdust there, a black plastic piece over there… but the chair seemed totally normal, a bit wobbly, but it was always that way, so I just kind of ignored it…
and just now I was minding my own business, blogging as usual, when all of a sudden the baCK OF THE CHAIR FALLS OFF
I just don’t understand. Like, this makes absolutely no sense. We did auditions for musical theater club, and I ended up an ‘apprentice’ instead of alto/soprano/etc. There’s one other junior in the “apprentice” program/whatever, and she didn’t even show at the club. The rest are freshmen. Whoop de freaking do. Don’t get me wrong, some of the freshies at my school are absolutely adorable and I like them and all, but the purpose of the 'apprentice’ program is for the people who have “less stage work” and need more support and crap. For reals, what the crap? I mean, I’ve already had a year of drama and the theater (gosh, I keep almost typing 'theatre’ and it’s really annoying) teacher loved me. She didn’t want me to drop out of it, and now that I’m back, she sits me with the supposedly inexperienced kids? And I’m just sitting here like, what in muffler’s name is wrong with her head? I would totally understand if it was my skill. If I really were only now starting out in this stuff and I was inexperienced, but I'm not. I’m not gonna go and say I’m this fabulous theater/chorus person, really. But I have been in choir for a while now and I can read music about as well as the next person without sounding like a dying frog (I’m underestimating myself to sound modest). Heck, I even have a decent range. I’ve been on stage a couple of times. I just wish I understood why I ended up in the lowest possible place I could be in a musical theater club. That would help, even if it was hearing that I suck. At least then I would know why, and I wouldn’t be sitting here, being pretty sure that this is the teacher’s typical bias toward her theater students. Nevertheless, even if I heard why, I’d still be almost positive in that theory.
It just sucks, alright. I probably sound like a brat writing this, but frankly, I don’t care. I have enough to deal with having to do with measuring up to my standards set for grades, not being able to do decently in a club? That’s a bit much, and certainly isn’t too encouraging. I’m gonna keep truckin’, whether because I have to or because I enjoy it, all depends on the day.
I gotta admit, though, I am beginning to recall my reason for ever dropping out of drama. I mean, musical theater is supposed to be meeting twice a week (club days are only thursdays, and most clubs don’t meet more often than once or twice a month). And then the whole 'family, unity, build each other up’ stuff…I don’t know, I’m just tired of being handed crap on a wooden, gold-plated platter. (okay, that sounds really inappropriate, I know.) I just want people to tell me straight up. I barely have time to sit around, wondering what they really meant and wondering if they know how ridiculous what they’re asking is. I mean, does she hear all her drama students when they leave the classroom? I gotta wonder, since she always talks about being supportive and a family and stuff. And it would be much easier if she just came out and told everyone that she believes her class/club/organization of any form to be of utmost importance, no matter what. That she plans to take over our lives and keep us until 11 o clock on the months leading up to a performance. Gracious, I am so glad I’m out of drama. Wow, I just keep talking, don’t I… I tend to do that. Sorry. (I’m not, really. Actually, I kind of don’t give a crap about how long anyone would prefer my posts to be. Too bad.)