I stumbled upon this blog and I haven't even opened it in 2 months. Wooops... sorry about that. Not that anybody even looks at this.
So it's almost the end of the semester... people keep saying 4 weeks? Honestly, let's hope it flies. I need to get on with my life...mainly away from Latin American Politics & how it gives me such anxiety, it's not healthy.
Next semester won't be too much better, except I get to take an art class. My advisor, the sweetheart that he is...really...told me that if I want more practical PR experience, I should just wait to graduate, join PRSA and PAY TO GO TO THEIR CONFERENCES. Like really, is he getting commission for recruiting people? Screw that, I'm paying mad bills to go to school here, let me take a freaking PR class. (I just refrained from swearing about 6 times in print because apparently everything is google-able... today in class we creepily recited everything my teacher has ever done in her career because it's all online...)
Speaking of online, even though by blogging, I'm remaining swept up in all-things-internet, I'm so tempted to delete my facebook because I feel like it makes me sadder than happier and is obviously a huge time-killer, which I really don't need. I could be saving the planet but alas I always sit here and creep on people who I wish would give me two seconds of their day. Doesn't happen, and as always, I find myself dropping people and moving on. Not without tears though, let's be honest, would I be able to handle change without my puffy eyes? Negatory.
Today was a day of tears. I don't want to be miserable but somehow it finds me. Mom says I make it for myself... which I guess I do, but at the same time, I only get hurt when I give up on being a cynic. See, there are benefits to only expecting the worst. At the same time, I don't want to be depressed again like this summer but I just feel like that's out of my control sometimes. There's only so much I can do to perk myself up, and I've been told it's not okay for others to do that for you...so again, maybe my life will work out & I'll find PC when I love myself enough to love someone else? Eh, I still think someone could help the process along.
I'm babbling as usual, but it's my blog so I can say whatever I want! HA. Nobody will take the time here to make fun of me or tell me "Never say that again." Truth be told, I think I'm hilarious. I say what I think of at the time, and I have a selective mouth filter, so just deal with it. Eventually, I'll have companions in my life who will love me for my sense of humor instead of making fun of how EMO I am... really, eff you all for that. I like what I like and I use those songs to speak on my behalf because I'm full of emotion and other people's words just put how I feel so much better than I could put it myself. Obviously, if I wrote myself, it would babble on for pages, so why do that when they can sum it up in one line?
Thanks to Erin & Jackie for stepping it up today, I'm no beautiful creature when I'm in hysterics.
What comes next?
Overanalyzing the giant cookie I just ate? Likely.
Maybe I'll write again sometime. It's kind of nice knowing nobody reads this, but just in case that day comes where SOMEONE cares about my life, I'll keep things anonymous....ish.
