I guess I’ve known it for a while, but now its more obvious.
I just think its silly to express your dislike for me in the way you do. Not only does it make you look immature, you really aren’t accomplishing anything by not even making an effort to be cooperative.
I have never done anything to alienate you, or be mean in any way. I can only assume its something I find harmless in my personality that annoys you- and I’m not going to change just because you, as a single person, thinks it irritating.
I don’t dislike you, but I am disappointed in you. I would think, as seventeen year-olds, we’d be past that by now. We’d have the maturity to deal with this sort of situation like adults, put our differences aside, and at least make the effort to get to know each other better, so at least, pre-conceived notions aside, we might actually get along.
Being like that is only going do be your disadvantage, and I hope, for your sake, you think about it. Please. I’d hate for this to continue, because the effort in avoiding me is gonna be hard to keep up.
In addition, I’m not the most fun person to dislike. I’ll just treat you normally, just like anyone else in class, and you’re just gonna cringe every time. I’m not going to really respond directly to you, because all this dislike in the world?
Its really not worth it.
So please think about it.
Thanks for an amazing first season, looking forward to the second!
(Source: paralysedbeaver, via newgirlspoilers)
There are just some times when I wonder if I’m a likable person.
I think I talk too much and overwhelm conversation. And one of the ways to get people to love you, according to ‘How To Talk To Anyone’ by Leil Lowndes is to be a good listener, or at least appear to be one.
I’m the chatty one, I envelop people into my life. Probably not the wisest decision. And yet, people don’t seem to say anything if I don’t.
Maybe I should consult that book again.
My dad says I have a pouty, rather unfriendly face. I have no argument to that, I can’t exactly judge my own face, though I do put in the extra effort for a smile for someone new. If thats not friendly, I don’t know what is.
I don’t think I’m unattractive- I’m quite decent I think- and once my braces are off, I should be quite decent. Better than decent, hopefully. I like to think I dress relatively alright. Nothing flashy, just my own conservative, feminine but not too girlish style. Its not like I wear burlap sacks or anything. So I think I have external appearance covered.
Don’t really know what’s up with me today, chatting incessantly about what people think of me… I’m usually not that concerned- not obviously concerned anyway.
But forget about the angst.
Today, my Dad hooked up a couple of new channels (or maybe I just never realized they existed) and we found itv, a British channel with UK shows like Miss Marple.
Heehehe, Miss Marple. I always liked the way you pronounce that. Miss MAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRPLEEE.
I like popping the Ps. ‘Tis fun.
And I ended up speaking like a British upper-class lady the whole night. It was quite frightful, to tell the truth. (There I go, again!) So I went about, blathering strange phrases such as,
‘Be a dear and pray do not stain your petticoats?’
‘Oh, those gloves are simply darling.’
‘What a lovely imprint you’ve made on the ottoman!’
‘These coconut-cream-filled-crumpets are delightfully brilliant.’ (Okay, this was a bit mu(n)ch)
I have to stop reading Victorian novels.
They ain’t good for my vocabulary. I should just become an ol’ hick and use load’sa contractions, aye?
Half the time I wasn’t even watching the show since I was playing Avengers Alliance on Facebook, I just picked up bits of words like ‘lovely’ ‘a spot of tea?’, ‘lumps of sugaaaar’, ‘bother’ and ‘becoming’. I fear that if I used these in daily speech, I would get weird looks- weirder than the ones I get at present.
But ANYWAY. I barely gathered anything from the episode (which was really long, or was it just me?) except it was full of intrigue, deaths, poison, and bitchy, unattractive (at least, facially), middle-aged women. I’m sure it was a mystery well-deduced though. UK dramas are always first class, I remember watching (and loving) Poirot. Though I remember very little.
That seems to be the case quite often nowadays.
You know what sucks?
Only realizing how much you want something after you get rejected. That makes it sound like I deserve the rejection.
I’m going through some internal conflict right now, and its got everything to do with rejection. I’ve had a lot of rejection lately, and in my whole life, I’ve certainly had loads of it. But its always hard to deal with. It always takes me a while. So today, since something particularly crappy happened- I decided to google
‘Dealing with Rejection’
And I got this. Its shockingly true.
The main reason behind experiencing those negative feelings you experienced after being rejected is believing that your worth or value is determined solely by the opinion of others.
I have 2 really ugly, annoying pimples on my forehead right now, that won’t go away even though I’ve started using toner as well. They’re just these little balls of pus simmering beneath the surface. Its kinda metaphoric, actually, now that I think about it.
Anyways, I’ve just started a new phase of my life in Ngee Ann Polytechnic, studying Mass Communication. Which is something I’ve wanted for 2 years or so. So it is pretty surreal, when I wake up every morning (at varying times, since I only have morning lessons twice a week), reminding myself that I’m doing what I REALLY want to do.
Its kinda strange having that kind of freedom.
Not a bad kind of strange, though. I’ve met loads of really friendly, interesting people. And I think I fit in relatively well. Like, I don’t get weird looks when I say I’m a huge Disney and musical nerd.
Like, its totally fine.
And the lessons are so different. Like Radio Production (sidetrack: my voice sounds SO WEIRD on tape. But I guess everyone feels the same way), Graphic Communication (I’m struggling with Illustrator though) and Speech Communication, just to name a few. I have hardly any exams- but lots and lots and lots of projects apparently. Its kinda hard for me to get started on them at this very moment, since I don’t have much knowledge yet- but I feel the mounting pressure.
Its gonna be very… pleasurable, especially since I’ve just got out from an incredibly long holiday.
But I guess there’s always a good time to pop that pimple right?
This happened last night. So proud of my fellow chem majors.
(via askdrleonardhofstadter)
My idol, Glen Keane, has left Disney Animation.
Whatever happens, I wish him the best in everything he does. Thanks for being such an inspiration and for a fantastic childhood! <3
GLEN KEANE, YOU’RE STILL MY HERO.
