I don't even know where to begin with this post. A number of things have been bobbing in my soupy brain, making it hard to complete one thought when another idea surfaces. I'm just going to stream my thoughts with minimum amount of censoring if that's okay?
Thirty-three more weeks until I have to say goodbye to college. Shit. Did these years really go by that quickly? Did I really change that much? If I can remember my little freshmen self correctly, cut throat and competitive wouldn't be the words to describe me. Sure, I've always had that prima-ballerina attitude tucked away under my tongue, but it wouldn't be long 'til it decided to reveal itself again with the help of ridiculous situations and appalling people. I declare war against anyone that assumes that I can't do the job when I'm pushing for it...and just about every person that thinks that they can just push me over, expecting me to just rock back and forth in fear.
I realize that part of my fear for not getting a job is because of paranoia. Female. Short. Exactly. Yes I am 5"2 (my doctor keeps telling me I'm 5"1...liar), a couple of inches above being a legal midget, but please don't be fooled. I can lift more than your errand boy/assistant can. Guaranfuckingteed. Some editors apparently just hire males with cool, exotic sounding names that are there to sexualize every walking thing with legs. I understand the obvious appeal of it and what could possibly draw the audience, but seriously? It's just about time that system was broken. I earned some of my stripes fair and square, and I would like to be given that chance to show them off.
^bitterJoimelon.
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