K but really, why aren’t I good at anything?
- Ringette Dad: Hey honey, did you know that Helen knows Andrew, the goalie coach?
- Ringette Mom: Really? You know he's single?
- Helen's Mouth: Haha, I do know that.
- Helen's Brain: Oh believe me I am so far beyond aware of that fact and exactly why that is a fact you have absolutely no idea.
- Ringette Mom: You guys should get together!
- Helen's Mouth: No, we're friends.
- Helen's Brain: Actually I had considered that. And he considered that. And then one of us was no longer considering that. And now I don't think either of us are considering that.
- Ringette Mom: Oh, not your type?
- Helen's Mouth: Haha, no, that's not it.
- Helen's Brain: Definitely not the problem. That pretty much is my type.
- Ringette Mom: Go for it then! He's single, good-looking, rich, you're single and good-looking.
- Helen's Mouth: Nawww, we're just friends.
- Helen's Brain: Holy Jesus you have no idea how much context there is to this and holy Christ this is so incredibly awkward and you have absolutely no idea.
#Winning at life
- Girly shopping date and bought ALL THE THINGS
- Interview at my top choice for a second job
- Found references for said interview
- Gonna watch a movie and drink coolers
- Midterms = finito
- Beautiful, sunny, warm day (i.e. the calm before the “Frankenstorm”
- Stole crap-ton of bottles for ringette team’s bottle drive
- Argued my way into 40% off of my new winter boots
Things I really need to stop doing to myself (but that I’ll probably keep doing anyways)
- Browsing ModCloth. I don’t need those clothes. I can’t afford those clothes. It starts a cycle of feigned deprivation.
- Comparing myself to my best friend. Get over it. She’s super tall and pretty and skinny and talented and clothes just look GOOD on her and she has a great boyfriend. I will never be like her. I need to stop wishing I could be like her.
- Craving the approval of everyone around me. It’s dumb and probably not doing me any good.
- Getting so worked up over tests of any sort. I need to accept that they are not the ultimate measure of my self-worth … YEAH RIGHT!
- Creeping/thinking about/wanting Campus Crush. Gawd, I am a sad little person.
- Correcting people’s grammar. Doesn’t endear me to anyone, no matter how important good grammar actually is.
- Trying to convince homophobes, pro-lifers, or any other form of extremely right-wing individual that their social beliefs are just rude.
- Buying Cosmo. I don’t have any use for those tips. It just makes me sadder about my life.
- Going to Starbucks. I mean really. It’s kind of an issue.
- Quoting obscure tv shows/movies. Few university-aged people will know what I’m referring to.
- Procrastinating. Duh.
- Complaining about my life online.
So, um, my coworkers and I go to the Starbucks next door basically every day. And we always get the same barista, who is pleasant and chats with us every single day.
And today, he gave us a discount.
That’s it. I am now officially one of the douchebag zombies I so detest. I get recognized in Starbucks. And given discounts by my usual barista.
Also, I almost have enough points for a gold card.
What is my life?
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Throw yourself through a glass window, because it’ll distract them and probably be less painful than answering that question
