"[my name here] was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl."
Seeing all these posts about people breaking out jackets and leggings and drinking coffee all bundled up outside is really weird
Like, it’s september still
We have a high of 93
"When you’re trapped at sea, all you see everywhere is a flatness that is very unsteady. You float along, not knowing whether you will be rescued or starve to death. Then you find the island. The island is small, but it’s ground. There are trees here, and some grass. But everywhere you look, you see the deep blue-green unsteady flatness. You sit on your island with fires lit, day in and day out, looking at the seemingly infinite sea that stretches to the horizon, hoping someone will find you. You have a source of food, and you have taken shelter somehow, so you stand a chance of living. And then that plane flies over, or the passing boat floats by, or whatever it may be finds you. They radio the coast guard, and within hours, you’re saved."
"Now imagine being on a moon mission, in orbit preparing to head home. You don your space suit, tether to the outside of the ship, and hop outside. Then the tether breaks. Your fellow astronauts see you float away, and they can do nothing. You float away from them as they leave you to head home, to safety from the vastness of space. You look around as best you can as you hurl through space. You look around. There’s no blue-green unsteady flatness. Now, it’s in three dimensions, not just two. And now, it’s black. So black. Devoid of any color, in all directions. Well, except one. The Moon. And, well Earth, but that’s very far away. You float in orbit, wondering if you’ll run out of oxygen, or just die of shock. Then you realize you’re falling. You’re coming out of orbit. You may or may not die upon impact, who knows. After all, the Moon has light gravity. So you fall to the ground and get very bruised up, but surprisingly, you still live. You stand up. There’s no trees on this island. No grass. No food. No shelter. Nothing to build a fire with. Just you and the moon. And if you’re lucky, the planet you came from might be staring at you. You stand there. You know this is it. The ultimate alone. No one is coming. Not for years at best. And you’re at 8% oxygen level.
A series of two impromptu text messages from my significant other.
My best friend.
Financial aid, FAFSA, and pell grants make me so, so angry. And by angry I mean it makes me cry. Literally. I am ineligible to receive a pell grant because I am under 24, single, and do not have children. Even though I’ve lived on my own for three years, payed my own bills, filed my own taxes…..I’m still considered a dependent in the case of financial aid. It’s my parents’ job to pay for my school, according to the government. Well guess what, I don’t have those picture perfect parents. My mom and her husband make enough money to pay for my education, but won’t. And my father hasn’t spoken to me in over two years. You know what the government has to say about that? “Tough shit.” (that’s also what they have to say about my health insurance situation) I work two jobs and it’s still not enough. I’m lucky enough to have an overly gracious and loving significant other who pays for what I cannot, otherwise I’d be drowning in student loans right now. Meanwhile, I have to endure watching less deserving people being awarded grants. People who don’t actually care about going to school and bettering themselves, they just want the cut of the check that’s left over. That pisses me off SO MUCH. There are so many people out there like me who could really use the money and it’s being blown on people abusing the system.
*sigh* I’m going to shut up now.
My Colin Hoedown
I’m glad I don’t have periods every month like a regular girl, I would be perpetually broke bc all I do iS IMPULSE SHOP THIS IS HORRIBLE AND GETTING OUT OF HAND