At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
Ano kaya ang feeling ng di ka nagpapakatanga sa isang tao? Mga 3 days na ata na parang okay lang ako na ganito. Feeling ko kaya na kita talaga harpin. Siguro lang. Kaya ko nga ba? Narealize ko na di na kita ata ganon kamahal eh so okay lang ako ata. Pero minsan hindi parin eh
No but really when you start geeking out about something your cuteness level goes up like 10000% like I dont care if its chemistry or pokemon when you get really excited about something and I can see you totally love it its really fuckin attractive ok ok
Most of the time I just reflect on my life… sometimes I think of having a fresh start somewhere new, somewhere I’ve never been most likely. Delete my past life. Deactivate facebook, instagram… of course not tumblr. Move to another country. Make new friends. Start a new life. But I can’t. I can’t just leave my friends here and not talk to them forever. I love them too much. They’re the ones who keeps me going all the time.
“I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.”—James Frey (via psych-facts)