Life is crafty. Life likes to trick you.
It likes to throw you curve balls and watch maliciously as you try to repair the mess it’s created. Yup. Currently, that is my understanding of life.
This past year has been a mess. A messy life is not necessarily a bad life, but it sure is frustrating.
I’ve been a lazy blogger and I apologize.
I’ve also been blogging more on tumblr, but I’m going to try going back to wordpress.
Hopefully, you’ll see more of me!
It’s 2am. I’m sitting at the front desk of a college dorm, selling my soul (and personal sleep time) for minimum wage.
For the past 7 hours, I have been harassed and hassled by a bunch of teens who have a newfound sense of empowerment because they have finally left the controlling clutches of their parent’s homes.
“What do you mean I can only check in 3 people?!”
“How come I have to do this?”
“This is a stupid policy!”
“Can’t you just do it for me?!”
I don’t need this kind of shit from 18 years olds. I’m fucking 23!
Was I like this when I first went to college? I hope to Jesus I wasn’t.
These kids forgot to pack their manners.
