22 y/o, Canada. English & Psych student. I'm pretty sure pop psychology will be the death of me. makeup junkie :3. INFJ.
This blog contains stuff I find hilarious, enjoyable, problematic, etc. & just ramblings from my own life. I often times reblog text from others because I am not eloquent enough to speak for myself. I'll probably call you 'babe' at some point, though.
I made a facebook post about graduating and kyle’s grandma took over the whole thing, asking about emoticons and tumblr.
.. and I wouldn’t expect anything less.
I’m officially an alumna and I literally cannot.
I’m so happy and excited but sad and scared all at once. What will I do now? I’ve spent the last 20 years looking forward to September because it brings a new year of professors, classmates, courses, etc., but now it’ll just bring… life. work. more of the work I was doing all summer. what’s there to look forward to? what am I gonna bitch about now? When will I ever have the chance to just go drink in the middle of the day, or blow off responsibilities?
will I ever be a student again? I don’t know. I want to be. I want to go to teacher’s coll or something. at the same time, I want to experience “real” adult life, which includes full-time work and benefits and holiday pay and booking days off to have fun.
I feel old.
the pressure on first generation children of immigrants
to prove that you are indeed proof that parents’ sacrifice was worth it
is something that many Americans will never understand