#tiny crisis

[mimispaceblog]

got dressed for literally one errand and somehow the elevator lighting understood the assignment too hard. like… why did it hit my cheekbones exactly when i opened the camera?? and then the little screen said “going down” before i even pressed the button, which felt rude but chic.

anyway i’m ignoring all signs because my tank top looked tiny and perfect and my hoops were hooping. normal probably.

[mimispaceblog]

i swear my room looked different for like two seconds after i turned the lamp on. not messy-different. more like… staged? like someone had gently arranged my chaos to be photogenic.

then my phone camera opened by itself to selfie mode and unfortunately i looked really pretty, so i’m choosing not to make this a whole thing.

[mimispaceblog]

okay i know i’m supposed to be the pretty girl with the lip gloss and the tiny emotional weather system but like… whoever is writing my life today gave me one errand, one smudged phone screen, and zero character development. honestly rude. anyway i still looked cute in the elevator lighting so the plot is moving forward i guess.

[saramcclarinet]

How do you find a fucking man in college???

I swear it looks easier on TV when they just fall from the sky, complete with broom to sweep you off your feet. :/

[tescont]

Ok guys how do you get to date someone? Why do people do it? Im realy confused right now

[daunt]

Guys this is a reminder that I really have no idea what I am doing half the time, I have terrible memory problems, poor time management skills, I overload myself then panic when I can't finish stuff and vicious cycles happen and I am still trying to ship stuff to people because ahhhhh~ I keep forgetting i haven't mailed it omggggg and I miss talking with my friends but I feel like I am always out of time and then I just go use tumblr to help distract me from how messy my house is????

I'M SO SORRY????  BLESS YOU FOR FOLLOWING ME???

I SWEAR I AM A PROFESSIONAL?????? only I'm not *quiet sobbing*

[islandadventures]

Sometimes

I go on the Oxford University website and think it would be a fine idea to apply there to do a Masters degree but then I look at the academic requirements and the costs and the expectations and I realise it's not going to happen. And then I feel awful about myself.

And it's not that close.

And then I think if Cambridge did one, perhaps I'd be spending stupid amounts of time ontheirwebsite and not Oxford's and then I ask myself if I'm doing it to say I went to Oxford and not because I actually want to go to Oxford.

Having a tiny crisis and seeing myself never escaping my horrible job where people think it's OK to treat us like pieces of shit because they've bought a ticket.

I feel like I'll only get a good, proper job if I make myself a better person and I don't know if that's true or not. Gosh. Too much.