My brain in HS: Fuck YOU
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My brain in HS: Fuck YOU
One thing high school HAS taught me, was how to whisper correctly.
Even after 11 years of school, people dont know how to walk through hallways correctly.
I’ve always wondered how long most people were dressed by their parents.
Peaking.
Okay so I’ve received a bit of feedback in regards to the last blog post. Apparently it wasn’t enough of an intro. So here goes.
Four years since high school. Feels like such a long time and I’ve come such a long way since then.
The family has moved from St Ives to Turramurra, I finally live near a train station! Trust me - that makes it so much easier to bring girls over when I get in the mood. But it also makes it way easier to get into uni. I’m studying a Bachelor of Creative Intelligence at UTS and let me tell you they don’t let just anyone into this course. It’s going to put me up there with the big dogs. Ever heard of Steve Jobs? Yeah, didn’t think so.
With the first english HSC exam going on today, I really reminisce on my time at school. Sometimes I look back at my time as the Year 12 “Jock” of the school and think that was my peak. For those who haven’t seen me recently my arm is covered in tattoos. And I mean literally wrist to shoulder. It’s really cool... send me a DM if you want to see them and for me to tell you the meaning behind them. They all have really cool stories - trust me. I’ve also started wearing a ring on my thumb which is a really good conversation starter.
For those who knew me in year 12 and believed that was the true peak of Dunners? I’m proving you all wrong day by day.
I rather be hated for who I am than be loved for who I'm not.
Kurt Cobain
i remember taking a computer class in high school playing emulators the whole time and getting an a and thinking if i could have went through school doing nothing but that for four years and at the end i walked and they handed me my diploma i would have cried hugged the principal and whispered in their ear 'you da real mvp'
mini diary time!
well this will be my second week dorming at this university...
i umm... did not do what I wanted to. anxiety is taking over. depression creeps up here and there. I still like being alone and walking alone.
I depend on my music.
so it is me, my music, and my thoughts.
5 more weeks. i need to be strong.