AboutHuzzah! I'm B. Welcome to the little corner of the interwebs known as my blog. Expect sarcastic remarks, overuse of adjectives, attempts at wit, thrilling tales of ineptitude, and general musings on life as I know it.
The first lesson of adulthood is that confidence gets you further than kindness.
The second lesson of adulthood, is knowing this and choosing to put kindness first anyway.
It’s the end of my first week back (I get Fridays off for the first time ever, which I am straight up rapt about) and I would like to report that only once did I miss a class because I overslept. One time, you guys. And, get this, I went to both my 8am lectures. This is an unprecedented level of diligence on my part, so excuse me while I pat myself on the back for a bit.
Never forget how dope you are and never forget how dope I am as well.
Hours it takes to singlehandedly assemble IKEA furniture. Well, I mean, allowing for time to cuss about Allen keys. And triumphant fist pumping at the sight of the finished product. I totally fucking earned that last part, though.
I’m so tired of hearing that I’m somehow failing to ‘make the most’ of my life or my youth or my whatever. So not every minute of my existence is crammed with stuff. Doesn’t mean I’m somehow doing it wrong. So what I like to do isn’t necessarily the same as what you like to do. Doesn’t mean the ways I spend my time are any less valid. Does my life not look the way you want it to? Like, screw you. I do what I like to do. Shocker. I’m sorry it seems dull to you. I’m sorry I seem dull to you. I’m sorry my life doesn’t hurtle on at a thousand miles an hour. I’m sorry you’re not satisfied with me.
Except that I’m not. I’m not sorry at all. I’m so tired of being on the defensive about this. About me. Take your condescending attitude elsewhere.