I can list a whole bunch of reasons about why I hate school.
Wake up early
8 hours taken away from my life
Learning the same things over and over
I know :(
and this is why i love college (chosing classes and sleeping in some days, sometimes one class in a day), not so many crazy people i’ve met so far, not like high school anyway…the studying and crap is still crazy though.
“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via anglophilemeetsbibliophile)
so officially OFFICIALLY me and my mom are as distant as the sun and pluto
reason #1: a girl was on a movie, and had a face full of freckles, and my mom called her ugly cause she “looked like she had a disease with all of those freckles”… wow, narrow-minded, much??
reason #2: looking a photos of this amazing black girl blogger, with long hair and blunt bangs (which look STUNNING on her), and me and my mom agreed that i should be inspired by her (and be fashionable like her!)
but THEN, i said i NEED to get my yarn braids done!… why did i go off and say that for? she started getting on how ghetto they are, and how triflin’ i’m trying to look, and how bumpy my face is (it’s not NEARLY as bad as it once was- there’s like two big zits and a few tiny ones toward my ear and jawline, and how i can’t even be neat enough to steam my face everyday and BLAH BLAH MOTHER FUCKING BLAH.
i’m so over her. damn near any advice or expression she has toward me or of her individual self, i zone out. because we are NOTHING alike.