Girl Goddess # 1
I'm a massive nerd, a writer, a girl gamer, and a hardcore supporter of all things equal rights. Just trying to figure out how to do this 'becoming an adult' thing day by day.
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Every man has his price.
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The “Crowley squint” is basically my reaction to everything.
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I refuse to believe this is a coincidence.
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I’m not like most girls. I’m like all girls. I am the alpha girl and the omega girl. I have many faces, and I am called by many...
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this is a psa
social anxiety is:
a feeling of being judged by others, a sometimes crippling anxiety or fear of people or...
FUCK YOU I’M SO FUCK FUCKING PROUD OF MYSELF. GAAHHH. SOMEONE NEEDS TO BAKE ME A CAKE IN CELEBRATION.
Literally, this is me right now:
Especially considering I was so concerned I was gonna fail
Oh. Btw. Everyone who told me I was stupid or couldn’t do it.
Graduating like a Deepher~
Me and my father. I finally got his picture from my Mom the other day.
I think it’s finally hitting me that I’ve graduated from college. I’m officially an adult or whatev. I officially finally have my Bachelor’s degree.
And I’m taking a break from academia this summer to just work and chill.
I’m gonna have so many fucked up times.
Here’s hoping I don’t wind up in prison.
… or fighting my way out of an awkward threesome.
Story behind this photo:
So, after graduation, I went to Ben and Jerry’s because I wanted ice cream. I didn’t know what I wanted to get, so the manager told me to try a sample. I said something to the effect of: “Well, I don’t want to be that douche who tries every single one.” And the manager responds with:
“If you have enough determination to try every single ice cream here. I will let you.”
Me: … Challenge Accepted.
And two dozen or so samples later: Challenge Completed.
This graduation weekend is off to a MARVELOUS start.
SO.
I live over in West County. My family (Dad, Mom, Sister and Bros) do not. They live about 35-40 minutes away.
I don’t drive. And I graduate tomorrow. It logically stands that someone has to come get me. However, my mother had decided to pick me up tonight (Friday), drive me back to her home, and then wake up early Saturday, and drive me to my graduation.
In West County.
Where I live.
Silly, right?
My still unfinished graduation cap. Let it never be said I’m not sassy. (Taken with instagram)
My professor just dropped our last assignment, and is giving us all 100 percents on it. Since I’ve gotten 100 percent on everything else, I’m guaranteed an A. Now I just gotta get through my final on Friday, and then I’m fucking DONE with my undergrad.
91 fucking dollars.
91 FUCKING DOLLARS.
ARE YOU SHITTING ME.
91 BONES for a cap and gown? They aren’t even that fancy. FUCK.
Now I literally have 12 dollars to my name and no food. Shit.
Whatever. Graduation in 3 days.
Wish me luck, bitches.
I called my mother with the intent to be like: “… so… did you have a kid after I was born and give it up for adoption and then fucking LIE about it for for TWENTY GODDAMN YEARS?!”
But, what came out when I called was “So… did you get the car fixed?” And my mom just got really sad and talked about how hard they were having it at home and how stressful everything was and how my sister’s car officially died and since there’s no public transport they’re officially stranded. And I just felt really helpless because she felt so helpless and then she started trying to cheer me up (another WTF) moment and asked about this luncheon that I have coming up. I won the “Student Employee of the Year” for my college so that’s pretty kickass, and then started making plans for graduation.
So, I realized “I can’t drop this shit on her right now…” and decided not to.