Ok so we are now working on the Senior Issue. (I haven’t blogged in forever. Gay.) It’s always about Journalism. I’m tired of journalism to be honest. Everyone (well, almost everyone) just about gets on my nerves. It’s so hard keeping my cool. It’s almost like I’m completely bereft and destitute of patience altogether. Scary thought. Especially for me.
I don’t get why people have to talk to everyone like everyone else (through some warped interpretation of their universe) is totally beneath them. That’s a cry for help in the social skill department, no offense. Like really. You’re in high school and there should be no way in hell that you think you treat people that way. You’re old enough to know that that type of behavior is looked down upon. Super down. Like below-all-floors-of-the-oceans down. Kinda sad. You know? Whatever. It’s like you’re digging your own 6-foot deep hole. Good job. And good luck getting out of that.
Except you might not have the opportunity to look like Meryl Streep. H&B at the same time. Ya feel?
