You Heard Me.

Feb 2 2012

WHY

Did I have to discover Pinterest at 1230 am?

Feb 1 2012

2/1/12

Today the co-worker who gave me a hard time about my work ethic told me she needed to switch shifts with me so I work ‘til 10 on Saturday night. If I was a better person, I would have done it. But I’m not. Bitch.

On a less vengeful note, I saw my students today <3 I missed them so much.

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Feb 1 2012

Word.

misstristin:

technicoloring:

Sunsets and rainy days = favorite things about campus.

God, I miss Cal. SO FUCKING MUCH.  I miss walking everywhere even in the sideways rain.  I miss the no-chain food and the crazy rainboots and the stupid pretentious hipsters and the bums.  I miss the Campanile and the two-blocks-away bars.  I miss the BART and even the 51 bus.  I miss Walgreens and Sam’s Market and Top Dog. I miss the smart people and the even the assholes who should not have raised their hands in class.  I’d even like to hear a “hella” or two. I’d like to avoid a frat party in favor of a cheap jug of wine.  I’d like to curse Stanford and go to a bonfire rally one more time. I miss feeling like my life was adding up.  I miss it all so much. 

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Feb 1 2012
Gross but hilarious

Gross but hilarious

Jan 30 2012

To Me of the Past:

                                                                                                      1/30/12

Dear Sara,

I really do miss you. It’s quite odd to be penning a letter to my past self, but I can’t shake the feeling that you were my true self, and deviation from the truth has always bothered me. I just spent 5 minutes blow-drying my hair, fantasizing about chopping it all off. I can’t stop seeing it as a symbol of this persona, this false image of materialism, consumerism and conformity. I promise, when I make a much needed change it my life, it will be gone.  All my shallow co-workers chime, “Don’t cut it!” “You’ll miss it” “Guys love long hair.” I will, I won’t and I don’t care.

I’m writing because I want you back. You knew what you wanted, you were idealistic and motivated, you were secure with yourself. I want those things back so badly. My life now is lacking the substance it once had. I shop and pick outfits and think only expensive things are good. Today I looked at my Google search history and almost cried. It went from wanting to know about ideas and research and people to a search for things and trends. It went from having meaning, to not.

Maybe I feel this way because I haven’t seen my students for a week, or maybe it’s because ELAC hasn’t begun a new semester yet. Whatever the reason, I’m trying hard not to forget the person I am, deep down inside. I never want to forget that all I really want, is a life filled with truth.

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