10 Things I HATE About College

1. Being too lazy to go walk to the University Center to go work out...or even get food.
2. The fact that I pass Starbucks everyday on my way to class. I now have a wonderful little habit  of getting some everyday. 
3. Being broke. Welcome to the life as an adult.
4. 8 AM's. 'nuf said.
5. That one kid. You know who I'm talking about. The one who thinks their funny but in reality everyone, including the professor, really really wishes they'd just shut up.
6. The fact that Pizza Hut is the only thing open in the University Center after 10 pm. 
7. The jackasses who burn popcorn in the microwave and force everyone to evacuate the building at 11:30 at night during midterms week...in the freezing cold.
8. Quite hours. Don't even get me started.
9. Cleaning inspections. Although it is really funny watching guys trying to get girls to clean their bathrooms. 
10. the Geese. I swear to you theres more of them than there are students. 

How Tumblr Changed My Life

Everyone has their online personas, like quiet but cute guy who sits in front of you in your English class who turns out to run a successful, hilarious Tumblr blog. Or that strange girl in your Phys, Ed class who has no friend but actually has thousands of followers on her blog who thinks shes the coolest.
Let's face it, we're all different on here than we are in our real-lives. I'll be the first to admit it. On tumblr, i'm not afraid to say "fuck this shit" or care what people think of me. I'm free to express my opinions without being judged. I can be sassy, cynical, sarcastic person that I really am. Not the sweet, well-behaved girl that everyone thinks I am.
But the things is, I actually used to be that sweet, well-behaved, prim, proper, boring as fuck girl.
Then I joined tumblr.
I guess you could say that tumblr changed my life, yeah. It made me aware of the fact that I actually hate like 50% of my friends because I can't stand the fact that they ALWAYS have to be right, and that I know nothing (let's just say that that 50% is no longer in my life).
It made me more aware of some fucking awesome music. I mean, HELLO, I was your typical white-girl from the 'burbs of Chicago who would only listen to AT Top 40 and wouldn't touch anything that fell under the genre of Alternative, Punk or Indie with a 10 foot pole.
It made me more aware of the fact that I should stand up for what I believe needs to be fixed in the world, and to not only be aware but actually do things to change the world.
But the best thing I learned from tumblr?
To accept my body for what it is, and to not be ashamed of how I look. I'm not some size-4, blonde hair, blue eye girl. I'm a size-16 with a huge ass and I couldn't be more comfortable in my own body.
But the pre-tumblr me?
Let's just say I constantly walked around waiting for someone to come up behind me and say "Hey fat-ass"
To be perfectly honest, I wouldn't be who I am without tumblr
It's been almost 2 years since creating findingmysunsetsomewhere.tumblr.com (shameless self-promo. Go check it out), and well, to be perfectly honest, I am a stronger, new me.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Thank you tumblr.
Thank you for changing me for the better.

Broken Hearts

15 October 2014

            From M:

Boys don’t know what they want. They don’t see a good thing when they have it. You’re too good for him anyways because he seems kind of lame. Also not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Somewhere in the world there’s somebody who loves drum corps and arguing and color guard as much as you do and you’ll fall in love. There are still a few thousand people at college who you haven’t met yet. There are 3.5 Billion men in the world. So there has to be one for you.

            I like him like a flower loves the sun, but if only he liked me like he liked his video games and his football. I’ve tried getting interested in the things he likes but its no use. I means I’ve spent all most all of today in his room.

            It’s simple.

            I’m too plain, too bland, too fat, too ugly, too uninteresting for him.

            I’m too me.

            He’d rather have a girl that goes out and parties all night and wakes up the next morning with no recollection of the night before.

            I would say that I’m losing myself  when I’m with him but the truth is that I don’t know what I am when I’m with him. Sometimes I’m wild and free and the next I’m shy and timid.

            How does he make me feel?

            Why does he make me feel?

            But the honest truth is that I’ll never be his girl.

            Because I actually like to remember the night before,

            Because I actually like to know my limits

            If that makes me boring, then so be it.

            Because it makes me, me.

            And I’d rather be me than be his anyday.