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I Don't Sympathize, Cause You a Simple Bitch.

Do you ever go to a party where there's a group of girls you don't know, and throughout the entire night you're constantly catching them shooting you death-glares? I find this to be especially common at Frat parties. I chose not to go Greek before I even went to college, and I could ramble on for hours why, but it's really besides the point I'm trying to make. And while I chose not to join a sor-rawr-ity, my friends and I don't really have any trouble getting into frats when we ever decide to go. (Having a nice ass and tits never hurts) And while the guys there are always nice to us, I can never seem to escape the hateful glares that burn from the clusterfucks of sorority chicks across the room.

This sure as hell isn't the first time I've received this type of passive aggression from a chick, and while I usually retaliate by making awkward eye contact and a creepy smile, the line was fucking crossed last night.

While hovering one of the toilets in a stall with a shower curtain for a door, I heard a small group of chicks enter the bathroom. One says to another, "Do you think she can feel us judging her?" and the group proceeded to cackle like a cluster of hens.

This infuriated me at the time, because I just wanted to tear open that shitty shower curtain and scream at them, "Do you guys HONESTLY think anyone gives a shit about you besides yourselves???? Amazingly fucking enough, GDI chicks don't just sit around wishing they could be YOU all day!!" I knew they weren't even talking about me necessarily, I just couldn't believe how self-centered these girls could be.

But then it hit me. The whole reason these chicks are shooting girls like me death glares and making fun of us in the bathroom is because deep down, we make them feel threatened. We make them feel self-conscious, and we intimidate them. They try to rip us apart so they can feel better about themselves. I never sit around ripping on sorority girls with my friends, and you know why? Because they don't intimidate me in the slightest. They're merely a blip on my radar.

This doesn't just apply to sorority girls either, any jealous bitch who is hating on you really is just saying that she hates herself. And I don't mean to say that all sorority girls are catty bitches, I know plenty of girls that are Greek that are upstanding individuals. However, the majority of my experiences with them have been more like my story above.

Sometimes it's not always easy to remember that a girl who hates is a girl who hates herself. I'm an hugeeee fan on Nick Minaj because not only is she a bad bitch, but she doesn't give two shits about the girls who spend their time hating on her. She said in an interview, "When people see there is one person getting a lot of shine... it makes them feel unhappy with themselves. The small minded people feel unhappy with themselves. The intelligent girls just take the things they like from my journey and they apply it to their journey."

While Nicki may not be a very conventional role model, she inspires the fuck out of me not only creatively, but with her infallible confidence and powerful persona. Too many girls think that guys will only like them if they're docile and ultrafeminine, but there I go on rambling again. My point is, take everything a girl says when she's ripping on you with a grain of salt. Whatever she attacks you about, is really what she hates about herself.

So instead of stooping to their level and ripping open that shower curtain and tearing them a new one, I simply walked out and rinsed my hands as complete silence fell over the gaggle of girls. I gave each one of them a moment of eye contact and a smile and then breezed out of the room with a confident strut and went back to the party. Whether they laughed to themselves after I left or remained quiet doesn't matter. I am who I am and I will never feel like I have to live up to anyone's standards but my own.

Good God.

Make it stop.

Stop the world, I want to get off

I can not believe how quickly this year has gone by. I remember in September thinking how the weeks were dragging on but once October came it's been a nonstop roller coaster ride through life. And now I'm sitting here with two weeks left of school studying for finals. Is the rest of my life planning on flying by this fast?

I finished off my casework for Urban Soc by spending time at a crisis center for women who were victims of domestic abuse, child prostitution, trafficking, the list goes on. In the center, there is a room specifically designated for crying. It is completely unfurnished except for blue matting on the floor, reminiscent of my gymnastics days, but used for those who prefer punching out their frustrations. These women will go in there for as long as they need to and scream, sob, and bang their heads until they've exhausted themselves and feel like they have achieved some sort of release. While I find this rather upsetting to watch (it's not every day that you see a bunch of grown women sobbing like children), it is entirely necessary for their healing process.

Doing casework has really changed my outlook on life. The world is a pretty fucked-up place, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be ready to leave my perfect college bubble of keggers and theme parties in two fucking years.

Obviously I can't just bury my head in the ground and hope my problems go away, but is there a fucking pause button for life? Or at least a crying room for the rest of us?

Happy Holidaysssss

What a week.... 4/20, my birthday, and Easter rolled up into 5 days. I've been MIA for a while, mainly because juggling work and finals has been driving me to drink (a lot) during what little free time I actually have. Enjoy my combined theme of 420 and Easter picture. I worked very very hard (10 minutes tops) on it. How cute is that little stoner bunny??
Happy Holidaze Everyone! Talk to ya soon!

WHAT...the fuck.

Please tell me I'm not the only one that has to put up with the absolute bullshit that amounts to Blogger's formatting.

I was looking through my "50 things I hate" post and saw that I made a miniscule typo. So I went to edit the post, literally changed two letters in a single word, and published it. Now the entire post is a complete mess, and I honestly don't even know where to begin in fixing it.

The post was laid out and numbered 1-50, but now instead of a long list it's one giant clusterfuck of a paragraph. I went back and pressed enter after numbers 1-50, but when I published, nothing changed.

This is not the first time I've wanted to punch my keyboard because of blogger. The line spacing issues are complete bullshit as well, and if I'm trying to post pictures, I won't be done fucking around with my post for a good hour.
I am seriously becoming miserable because of these formatting issues, and if this keeps happening, I'm so switching to Wordpress.

I have but one question...

Why the HELL didn't this shit show up in my life until now?