I have a big mouth.
I can’t help myself.
I say stupid things that are risky. I enjoy ranting and sometimes people enjoy hearing me. (But really, most of them probably want to punch me in the face. I would, too)
My new resolution: Shut up. Just shut up.
You know how every time you go out drinking you spend the next day re-living all the stupid shit you said as it slowly creeps back into your memory? Oh my god how are people still friends with me?
This is a static state for me now [which may or may not have to do with how often I go out drinking. Shh.]
We need a support group, some sort of Big Mouths Anonymous where we chat about how addicted we are to the attention that delivering a mildly-amusing rant brings. But no, we can’t stop. We keep going. We want to be heard, dammit! I assume we’d all hate each other, because who likes people with big mouths?
I should print this out.
Heres to a new, quiet, spring. And no, I will not complain about the weather or the people who won’t shut the fuck up about the fact that it’s snowing in April. Yes, we know, it happens every year.
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Tagged Conversation, Conversations, Diary, Funny, Journal, Life, Rant, Resolutions, Self Improvement, Short, Talking
They’ve lied to us. High school was not as positive as Degrassi or as fun and good-natured as Sabrina the Teenage Witch. There was no usual “hang out” that wasn’t full of angry looking 12 grade boys trying to buy Chinese food at lunch and scaring away the local families (it happened. There were complaints. Our students were assholes.)
No. My high school was in the middle of no where, overcrowded, and run by people who thought it was more important to ensure students weren’t on their cell phones at lunch than worrying about actual learning.
No one gave a shit about the football team (this is Canada, after all, where we have yet to build a 60 million dollar football stadium for a high school) and what is school spirit? Our colours were grey, silver, and black. What a cheerful-looking crowd we would have been.
So, whatever, TV never depicts real life, unless you live in the American South, where I assume every single high school on TV is modelled after.
University matched up slightly better, taking into account the majority of students at my school commute. We have pub nights and things, woo!
Now I just hope Friends wasn’t a lie. Or GIRLS, just…you know…without the awkward nakedness.
or the awfully unflattering outfit choices by Dunham
Well, actually when bus passes in your city cost a student $106 a month and rent is at least $700 with a few roommates…it looks like my parents are going to be roommates for a while.
Hopefully no awkward nakedness.
And maybe, if I work really hard and score an actual full-time job after I graduate that’s not the retail hell my peers are stuck in, I’ll be able to almost afford a shitty apartment with a bunch of roommates. We’ll see.
Posted in Personal, Ramblings, Thoughts
Tagged Canada, Funny, High school, Home, Life, Living, Roommates, Short, Student, Television
So, I’ve started my bilingual education at a bilingual school.
This is now stuck in my head forever. This and Gangnam Style. Oh, frosh week.