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I should've studied for my chemistry test. Every time I leave this class, I forget something, and today I guess it is that. I thought that I was going to be okay without studying, but no, I am having second thoughts. I was having a conversation with one of my friends, and she was complaining because she has a 90 in a class. I wish I had good enough grades where a 90 brought me disappointment. Maybe next year I will. I've slowly started to lock in with my grades, and I think it's because I have fewer distractions *(cough, cough, boyfriend, cough, cough),* but part of me would enjoy being in a relationship with a certain someone if they even paid attention. I wish I were one of those people who are really smart. I think I am smart, but I don't think I care enough to get all A’s. What's it going to do for me in life other than get me into a good college? Then the question of tuition comes up, and then getting good grades for a smart person in college. I know it sounds bad, but I'm okay with being average now so I can be more than average in the future. I have things that I'm good at and things that I enjoy, and I think I have been at peace recently with realizing that school may just be something I'm average at right now. I am happy with my A’s and B’s (and C’s and that one D I had for 2 weeks). I will be better in college; I just need to survive and get there first.
for chicago.
Chicago feels like I am at home. I spent freshman year researching colleges and universities, adding pictures to my Pinterest board, and it really started to feel real. For Christmas, my uncle got me and my siblings tickets to Lollapalooza, and I started to count down the days until July 31. Last summer was very hard for me, and I fell into a slightly depressive episode for a few months (April-late July), but the day that we landed in Chicago, that weight was lifted off my shoulders. Stepping up onto the street for the first time in a year, spending dusk walking around lincoln park with my sister, the wind coming off Lake Michigan and hitting our bare shoulders, or spending the nights walking along the Chicago River, taking pictures on the digital camera I thrifted earlier that afternoon, even spending the day in a pair of cowboy boots walking around Grant Park listening to Cage the Elephant play Cigarette Daydreams, jumping around with my sister, my legs getting covered in mud, to 2Hollis, and then running across the park, squeezing our way past so many different people. A man and his son, two friends who are slowly falling in love, or a group of college students whose shoes I will be in in a few years, and finally making it to our spot to listen to tyler the creator play See You Again. The thing that I love most about Chicago is the amount of diversity in not only the people but the feelings it ignites, how big but also intimate the city can feel. I love walking around and seeing so many different faces, different people, but I also love being able to walk on that same street as the sun sets and feeling so at peace. Me and my sister spent one day walking around with my dads credit card and we did some damage (as one does) but after all of that we sat down a taco place. While we were sitting outside, it hit me even harder that this is where I belong; I could see myself doing this every Thursday, and my sister told me the same thing. So we made a plan, I’m going to go Loyola and shes going to get some sort of internship and move to Chicago as well, Maybe we’ll get an apartment together and it will be like the 2006 show What I Like About You or maybe we wont. I think that unknown aspect also intrigues me. Being in a new city so far from home but also close enough to family where im not alone. So when ever I feel overwhelmed, lazy, or even just defeated, I remember what I'm doing all of this for. I am doing it for Chicago.
u reheating my nachos girl ?
thats what little sisters do twan
im on google meets because of a snow day and im getting war flash backs BUT, this is kinda enjoyable. sadly i am too social to do this every day.
i would like to be adored.
I enjoy the idea of being in love much more than the actual act. I enjoy thinking about someone looking at me with pure love and desire in their eyes. I enjoy thinking about someone talking about me to their friends, going into detail about the mole on my lip and the matching one on the left side of my neck. I enjoy someone thinking about me at night. Enjoy someone crying for me. I enjoy the thought of someone loving me but not the idea of loving someone else. I would have never thought of myself as an avoidant lover, but after this last time around, I think I am. The thought of arguing and being called dramatic and controlling for voicing my opinions far outweighs the want of adoration. The thought of lying and wandering eyes far outweighs my want of love. The act of crying and starving myself for months after the breakup and losing 15 pounds in the course of one summer far outweighs the sweet late-night conversations from early April. I enjoy romanticizing the perfect boy. I have a Pinterest board and a playlist (because I am a girl with internet access) for him, for how I want us to feel. I started fresh and changed the pictures and songs that I had used for the last boy. I enjoy the idea of being in love much more than what I encountered while I was in love, or maybe it was more of an obsession.
(I Wanna Be Adored—The Stone Roses).