“I heard that you were talkin’ shit & you didn’t think that I would hear it.” –Gwen Stefani-
I’m so sick of drama & people who turn on their friends. I’m sick of cattiness & selfishness & girls who can’t even admit to who they are, yet can tell someone else exactly what is wrong with them. I’m glad I left OU because I never wanted to become one of those people- I’m so sorry that I left some of the good ones behind, who are still subject to it.
I’m so angry I’m seeing stars. And not in the good, “Oh my, starry-eyed surprise,” way. I wish I could be there to defend us to them; to defend being “emo” & “depressed” & “not fitting in.” But in the end, does it matter? No… because we’ll never be the people they are, & that is enough to satisfy me.
We know what we are, & who we are. That’s more than they can ever say for themselves. We will never be them; we don’t know how to be shallow. Maybe they’re the ones who don’t fit in.
I used to think they made us this way, the damn "depressed outsiders." Now I know that they do make us who we are, but for a different reason- because we can rise above. In the end, I can only thank them for showing us so much about ourselves… just not in the way they intended.
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On a lighter note, tomorrow night, we’re pirates. Expect photos. GOOD ones.
‘Twas the nite before Halloween & all through the land, college students were preparing for what was at hand. Drunk boys & girls trying to stumble with care, with all beer cans left empty & costume stores bare. Feather boas, glitter & spandex galore- this is what college students have been waiting for! Possessed by numbness and liquor-ish wits, guys yell from windows, 'Show me your tits!' So come one, come all to KENT’s big bash, and rest assured that you will leave still smashed.
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