If I play derailment bingo with the posts made by my test subjects, I can blackout the card. The really sad part is, they think they’re all saying something “new” and “original”.
Interesting.
What I’m doing with my life:
I’ve been studying civil engineering for the past 4 years at UCD, but I’ve been hating every second of it. I’ve slowly discovered my passions lie within social justice and equality, which is why I’ve hated studying engineering so damn much. I felt like I was neglecting my community and it’s allies.
BUT! I’ve finally realized that civil engineering is, in fact, DEEPLY connected with social equality, and there are, indeed, a plethora of ways to incorporate such knowledge into bettering underprivileged communities. Which is why, after soul searching for four long years, have finally come to appreciate the field that I’ve loathed for so long.
I want to finish my degree and go into transit equity AKA transportation engineering or urban planning. :) I still got a year to go, which means I got a year to get my shit together.
Also, a humongous shout out to RAYMOND LO. Thanks to him and his positive and wise words of encouragement and guidance, I am finally able to envision a goal for myself that actually seems tangible. Everything seems so much easier now that I know what I want. So thank you!
Ok, you’re kinda sexy but you’re not really special
So, I know I’m not doing a very good job dismantling my image of being a “HARDCORE PARTYER” by posting pictures like these up on my tumblarg, but you know what? I don’t care. I frankly don’t care how hard or light people think I party. I’m going to post this picture because it is AWESOME.
I mean, just look at it!
1.) My friend is trying his damn best to subside a drunk girl’s rage over a heartbreak - a task I advise NO ONE to ever attempt unless one doesn’t mind the multitude of bruises and hours of headache they’ll be receiving.
2.) You see that drunk-ass toppled over on the left? I don’t know him but L. O. L.
3.) If you squint hard enough, you’ll see SUPAH KUH-YOOOOO-TIE-PIE on the right of the picture.
Cursed
I’ve come to the realization I’m cursed with the worst curse of all curses. (try saying that 3 consecutive times)
The curse… of BROKEN GAYDAR.
Every guy that I have a crush on is… oh god, STRAIGHT. And I can assure you that I don’t have a fetish for straight guys (although I do think one of the greatest complements a person can indirectly receive is getting a “straight” person to be “bi-curious”. Like, you’re SO FINE they left the closet for you. Ya’know?).
But I swear, these guys have (BLINDING) flashes of queerness. Like, they aren’t super macho or masculine or whatever’s socially deemed “MANLY”. They all have these heavy tints of queerness (mixture of feminine and masculine mannerisms). They’re all quirky in their own way. And by quirky, I MEAN QUEER. Ugh, yet all these guys have girlfriends.
Man… And it sucks cause we’re totally mutually flirting with each other (OR AT LEAST I THINK WE ARE). I MEAN, EXTENDED EYE CONTACT, UNCALLED LAUGHTER, CONSTANT SMILES? Ugh.
ROBYN- DANCING ON MY OWN. That’s how I feel whenever I see one of them CARESS THEIR GIRLFRIEND’S HAIR IN FRONT OF ME.
Sigh, get a room and let me wallow in my own FILTH.
JK, that’s nasssty. Unless you’re into that kinda stuff. No disrespect. #PassiveAggresiveOppression
