"Let’s be honest here; women know way more about fashion that us. It started way earlier for them. Their use of color alone is way beyond ours. Back in elementary school when we were given the box of crayons with 12 colors in it, all primary, they were given the joint with like 50 colors in it. Three different blue’s, 4 different variations of red, etc. Weird ass colors like "cyan" and "magenta" that to this day you will never hear a man say out loud. This is because we were deprived as kids."
“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you’re getting this down.”—Woody Allen (via abscratch)
““If you ever have to convince yourself that someone is the “one” for you…He most definitely is not. If someone is the “one” for you.. you wouldn’t have to convince yourself”.”—Food for thought… « VINTAGE VANDALIZM
So on Friday, I found out I had gotten into Macalester College, the only college other than the one in my town that I applied to. Its pretty selective, and so I guess I’m excited.
Its also about fifty thousand dollars a year to go there.
What I’m torn between is hoping for good financial aid or just calling it a wash and going to my local school. But will I feel terrible about myself eventually for lettingthis opportunity go by? Should I be hopeful for good financial aid, even though I’m a white, middle class female?
And then I went on the forums for admitted students. Now I have no idea why I was accepted.
Caution: This may seem a little out of the usual, basically its a *gasp* real blog post!
Ever feel like you’re losing your identity, and just assimilating into the larger group, or becoming too much like your family, a friend, or coworker?
These past few weeks have been pretty hard, and I think I’ve compensated by not being so much “myself,” that is, whatever makes me “Eileen.” Its really weird to be watching this take place, and not want to or be able to stop it.
And yet, 15 days until spring break. That’s going to (hopefully) be my major destressing time, when I reject so many outside influences and focus on what makes me, me. No answering calls, no hanging out with others stuck in my town, just…picnics at the park and playing on swings by myself.
It sounds so nice. But for the next two weeks, I might also be withdrawing..which could have interesting effects.