I’m a beast at leg wrestling ;p
Why does my phone smell like bubblegum? Maybe it’s the case. Either way, ever since I opened and got them yesterday, it’s been smelling like that. Peculiar, yes.
Be alternately thrilled and terrified about the idea of college. Have long talks with your best friends before you leave about how college will change everything and nothing will ever be the same. It will take a month for you to realize that you were completely right and completely wrong about that.
Have your parents help move you into your terrifyingly small dorm. Marvel at seeing other kids your age carrying hampers with their emotional parents. Feel so exposed when a large group of your peers sees you with your family because it’s like they’re getting to see the fatter older version of you. Kick your parents out ASAP and then cry in your dorm room because you’ll miss them so much.
The first few weeks of school will feel like summer camp. Everyone is just so open and ready to meet their future best friends. Leave your door open and play alternative music so people will know that someone cool lives there. Also develop a strategic plan with your clothes. Wear outfits that will convey to people what kind of stereotype you fall under. For example, wear band t-shirts every day during the first week of college so you can attract someone with similar music tastes. Just think of it as being the super sized version of yourself. There’s “You” and then there’s “First week of college you.”
Latch on to the first person you meet at orientation. Talk nervously about how you’re both overwhelmed and feel a sense of relief that you’re not alone in your anxiety. Accompany them to the dining hall, find your classes together, and delude yourself into thinking you’ve found a friend. Two weeks later, realize they suck and ditch them when you find someone else you have more in common with.
Fail to understand that a lot of the friends you make freshman year of college will disappear once you’ve found your niche. That’s okay though. You’re not being an asshole. You’re just being a freshman in college who has no friends for the first time since middle school. As a result, your standards are lowered. It’s like you’re wearing the friendship version of beer goggles. During this time, you might befriend the following types of people: hippies who believe in conspiracy theories, boring people who are only fun to go out to dinner with, stoners, girls from Fresno with eating disorders, and dull hipsters who looked cool on Facebook. These types of people will float in and out of your life during freshman year, and by the time you’re a junior, you’ll have honestly blocked them out completely. If they’re ever mentioned again, just roll your eyes and say, “Well, that was freshman year of college. Nothing counts.”
Realize that it’s impossible to be popular in college. Depending on what kind of person you were in high school, this epiphany may delight or devastate you.
Take an 8:45 AM Women’s Studies class with the intention of being enlightened. Wonder if your professor will be the mentor that changes your life forever. Get excited to finally learn. End up going to the class five times because it was too early in the morning and the teacher was kind of a goober.
Go to so many themed parties. Go to a Marie Antoinette party, an 80s party, a stripes party, a jungle party. If you’re under 21, you have to be imaginative with the ways you’ll be getting drunk. “Wait, you mean this party is just a party? And we’ll be getting drunk here? I thought it was a fiesta theme! I brought chips and salsa!”
Drink. A lot. Take ten Jello shots at a house party and vomit rainbow colors for seven hours. Miss your poli sci exam because you can’t move and begin to wonder if college is becoming too much. Your friends don’t seem to think so though. Every time you puke or hook up with a gross guy they congratulate you as if you’ve won the Nobel Peace Price. Quickly catch on that doing college “right” means making an ass out of yourself every single night. Feel obligated to make mistakes.
Your love life will be one of three things:
- Your attempting a long-distance relationship with your high school sweetheart. You’ll be on the phone with them 24/7 and everyone will make fun of you for it. Your conversations will consist of hushed declarations of love and saying things like, “Babe, I’m trying to make this work but I feel like I’m alone here.”
- You’ll find a boyfriend/girlfriend your first few weeks of college and become addicted to them. The relationship will feel so adult because you’ll get to sleep together every night in your respective shoeboxes of a room, and deal with your annoying roommate who plays World of Warcraft. Ahhh! Maturity! Take that, Mom & Dad!
- You’ll be a total whore. You’ll make out with ugly people and do multiple walks of shame. You’re not sure why you’re doing it. You just feel like you have to sleep with as many people as possible. Otherwise, you’re not doing experiencing college.
Enter your freshman year of college bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Leave it slightly hungover and possibly with an STD. For nine months, you had your first taste of freedom. It was cool and everything, but you wish someone told you that freedom can sometimes taste like shit
by Brian O’Connell
Jean-Paul Marat (via witchiemiisty)
PS: I TOTALLY know who this is! Yay me! It’s about the French Revolution, for anyone who doesn’t know who Marat is (:
My stupid dogs! My, goodness! Somehow, they managed to break out of our backyard. The fence somehow got opened, and they decided to run down the street! Oh, joy! I was washing my face and stuff, because I had jsut gotten out of the shower and my sister was in it, and they can’t run around with nobody in the house, so they went outside. And took off. Well, not too far. They went about 10 houses down the street. Some lady called the vet and gave them my dad’s number, who called me to alert me our dogs are missing. So, yeah. I had to drive over there and get them. Fun. Why couldn’t they be smart enough to just keep runnign? Lol, jk.
I’m done posting prom pictures! Promise! Haha (:
I’m probably about to post a million pictures because I am reminiscing (spell?) my high school years.
There are only 9, nine, noine, neuf, nueve, days left until graduation. It’s happy but sad.
This summer better be amazing, like Victoria and Haylee said. We better all hang out a lot and make it amazing. I’m gonna miss you guys so much, all my friends!
Well, now I’m off to be, urr… productive? haah (: