I really wish people would stop idolizing models as if they’re the most interesting, talented people out there. They’re really just girls. I admit I admire looking at photos of those sometimes strangely-beautiful waif-like models, but that’s really all I care to do is look. They don’t create anything or say anything, and I don’t get why people think they know anything about them or even like them that much. I know everyone can like what they wanna like but it pisses me off that these sort of talentless creatures get so admired for neglecting to eat lunch and pouting.
IF YOU ARE A FRESHMAN IN HIGH SCHOOL RIGHT NOW I ADVISE YOU TO DO YOUR BEST SERIOUSLY I THOUGHT HIGH SCHOOL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN AND I DIDN’T DO SHIT AND NOW MY C’S ON MY FRESHMAN REPORT CARDS ARE KILLING ME IN MY COLLEGE APPS AND I WISH SOMEONE HAD TOLD ME TO DO BETTER SO PLEASE LISTEN TO ME IF YOU ARE A FRESHMAN GOOD GRADES ARE COOL
BUT HERE’S THE THING I JUST WENT THROUGH FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE AND I’M TELLING YOU ALL TO RELAX AND HAVE FUN. AS LONG AS YOU ARE DOING A LITTLE GOOD YOU’RE FINE. YOU’LL GET INTO A COLLEGE, MAYBE NOT THEM ALL BUT YOU’LL GET INTO SOME AND IT JUST DOESN’T MATTER. YOU PROBABLY CAN’T AFFORD THE BEST ANYWAY, AND IN THE END I SWEAR IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT SCHOOL YOU GO TO. HAVE FUN AND LAUGH AND DON’T BE SAD AND AWFUL BECAUSE IT’S ALL GONNA WORK OUT COMPLETELY OKAY. DON’T CRY OVER HIGH SCHOOL
I’d heard this before, but I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. It kind of is. After an entire year of ultimate the-night’s-still-young freedom, I now am back in my suburban town, getting scolded at for not telling my parents where I’m going and what my plans are. The town seemed lovely and under-appreciated when I first returned to it, but now passing the backyards and gas stations of suburbia, I can’t believe I’m even back. Gone are the stretches of days with beautifully nothing to do. My friends and I seemingly only work, work, work in order to pay for our second year of freedom in college. I know I’m being a brat and I’m awful, but this is how I (and I think every) recent freshman feels this hot summer night.