Bah! I say. Bah.
So: What's wrong, eh? In the scheme of things, not much. I have very little to complain about. However, I've had my head lodged happily up my ass for a few days, so I've been revelling in my own drama. I don't know. . . I'm just feeling over school and responsibilities. And I've been doing this whole fear-of-mediocrity thing lately.
You see, I'm average. Am I smart? Yeah. I get good grades. I can hold my own in an intellectual debate. But my friends? Wow. Fucking brilliant. And not just in an I-can-differentiate-equations sort of way. But in a way where everyone knows it. Am I talented? Sort of. . . but no like my friends are. Funny? Charming? Witty? Moderately, yes. But never exceptionally.
Take An, my soulmate. She's me, except small and Asian. And getting incredible grades at Berkeley. And she's fucking cute and creative and funny as hell. Most of my good material comes from her.
Or Arthur. The one who graduated from Berkeley with an engineering degree, is halfway through an art degree, is an amazing musician and photographer. The one who was president of his honors society. Who built his ex-girlfriend a bed, and turned his housemate's car into an electric. The one who gives a mean fucking blow job. . .
I'm sort of surrounded by people who areexceptionally good at what they do, and they do lots. My friends are renaissance folk. . . .
So the moral of the story goes that I often feel inadequate. I'm not especially intelligent, talented, or beautiful. And sometimes I wish I was. . .
See? Head up my ass. What can you do?
In happier (and less woe-is-meful) news :
1. I booked tickets to visit my dear friend Mike in Spain in a few weeks. I can't wait. It'll be my first expedition to a Spanish-speaking country, and therefore my first experience being shamed by my lack of Spanish-speaking ability. But it'll be amazing to get some sun.
2. I had a consultation with a tatoo artist today to see about getting my cherries changed into something else, and I am rapidly developing ideas about new bodily decor.
So: What's wrong, eh? In the scheme of things, not much. I have very little to complain about. However, I've had my head lodged happily up my ass for a few days, so I've been revelling in my own drama. I don't know. . . I'm just feeling over school and responsibilities. And I've been doing this whole fear-of-mediocrity thing lately.
You see, I'm average. Am I smart? Yeah. I get good grades. I can hold my own in an intellectual debate. But my friends? Wow. Fucking brilliant. And not just in an I-can-differentiate-equations sort of way. But in a way where everyone knows it. Am I talented? Sort of. . . but no like my friends are. Funny? Charming? Witty? Moderately, yes. But never exceptionally.
Take An, my soulmate. She's me, except small and Asian. And getting incredible grades at Berkeley. And she's fucking cute and creative and funny as hell. Most of my good material comes from her.
Or Arthur. The one who graduated from Berkeley with an engineering degree, is halfway through an art degree, is an amazing musician and photographer. The one who was president of his honors society. Who built his ex-girlfriend a bed, and turned his housemate's car into an electric. The one who gives a mean fucking blow job. . .
I'm sort of surrounded by people who areexceptionally good at what they do, and they do lots. My friends are renaissance folk. . . .
So the moral of the story goes that I often feel inadequate. I'm not especially intelligent, talented, or beautiful. And sometimes I wish I was. . .
See? Head up my ass. What can you do?
In happier (and less woe-is-meful) news :
1. I booked tickets to visit my dear friend Mike in Spain in a few weeks. I can't wait. It'll be my first expedition to a Spanish-speaking country, and therefore my first experience being shamed by my lack of Spanish-speaking ability. But it'll be amazing to get some sun.
2. I had a consultation with a tatoo artist today to see about getting my cherries changed into something else, and I am rapidly developing ideas about new bodily decor.
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the hottest chick you know that you need to give oral sex to while standing up. how dare HER.
I've never been to California to miss it, but i did spend a short time living in nyc and i miss it every day. What made you pick Glasgow / Glasgow Uni?