musings of a caffeine addicted college grad. Mostly fandom and OC stuff.
Current fandoms: Mass Effect, Bully, Fallout. ♥
I know you’re like one of those super peppy girls, you just have to say hello to everyone. You’re everyone’s friend, right? Everyone in the office knows you, they just have to, even though this is your first week in.
But bitch please, if I look like I’m not in the mood to talk, please don’t make it a point to initiate conversation with me. I am pissy and tired and I don’t want to see your face. The sunshine beaming out of your ass isn’t going to make me feel any better, either.
Oh and boyfriend? Even if I was being rude, there is a time and place to be friendly and chatty. When someone looks like hell and looks mad is NOT a good time to go up to someone all, “Hi~! ♥ Are you oookay? You don’t look okay :(( Are you siiiick?? :((“
Ugh today just needs to end.
Why does every girl (and to a degree, even guys) whine and moan about never ever losing enough weight so they could look good in [x-type of clothing]?
I understand wanting to lose weight because you want to attain a healthy weight, I understand wanting to lose weight because you binged on boxes of Cadbury (I don’t blame you), I even understand wanting to lose weight because hey, it’s healthy and keeps your body running well.
What I don’t understand is wanting to lose weight because you don’t look good in whatever Forever fucking 21 dishes out to you every fashion season.
“Oh, these high waisted shorts don’t look good on my fat ass.” Then go buy some shorts that do.
“Oh, this sweatshirt makes me look pregnant.” Then go fucking buy one that doesn’t.
“High heels make my chubby legs more noticeable.” No, they make your fucking delicious legs look damned amazing, keep those stilettos on you crazy bitch.
C’mon people. COME. ON.
If you don’t care about what people think, MORE POWER TO YOU, rock the shit out of your outfit, make those other girls wish they were like you.
But if you’re self conscious about your outfit, then fucking buy clothes that fit your body shape. Hell, just buy clothes that fit. You aren’t fooling anyone by wearing a size 6 dress when you’re really a size fucking 10.
A well-fitted outfit (none of that squeezy business) and confidence makes a woman incredibly attractive. Insecure bitches who pine for the impossible an attractive lady does not make.
Me? Personally? I wear whatever the fuck I want to wear, even if it’s clothes that “only skinny girls look good in”. I’ve gotten more compliments than those skinny ass hoes in the same outfit.
I’m not whiteknighting the chubby girls either, there is such a thing as an unhealthy weight and getting regular checkups at the doctors can help you determine if your body is running the way it should (I know girls bigger than me who are healthier than I am).
My best friend in the entire fucking universe is a skinny-minnie who eats and eats, but retains her slim, skinny figure. She looks good wearing what she does because she’s fucking confident. She isn’t whining about how she isn’t thin or big enough, she’s rocking those outfits till kingdom come.
My boyfriend is as skinny as a starving child in a third world country. The boy could eat three full baby-back rib racks if you’re not keeping an eye on him, and then complain 30 minutes later that he’s still hungry. He doesn’t give a shit about what people say about him and his lack of muscle/fat.
tl;dr: To all girls out there, just wear what the fuck you want to wear, seriously? No one really cares about what you wear, really. Seriously, go out to the mall and see how many people give a fuck.
Truth be told when I signed up for my course I was told that I could be an illustrator, back in my 17-year-old mind, I thought that was hot shit and got myself signed up immediately.
Then I found out that specific major closed out because there wasn’t enough interest in it and the school can’t fund a course if there aren’t enough students who want in.
When we were asked to pick our major, I went for “advertising” because I knew I would cripple so easily in “multimedia” because I did not have the technical knowledge of faring well in that major.
So I picked Advertising as my major and Marketing as my minor, and have never regretted it since.
Aside from the fact that I found out that the jobs that await me are nothing short of money-making ($$$$$!!), but I actually LOVE the industry and the subject so much more now.
More so that with my current skill sets, I don’t have to just be part of the ‘visual’ graphic departments either, I could easily spread my wings over to copy-writing (something I’m hoping to get into) as well as public relations <3
No, my little girl’s going to be called Rarity, or Edeline, or Normandy, or fuck, even Eris for all I care.
I want her to have a name that people would do double takes over, a name that a banker or accountant or someone with a borderline respectable job wouldn’t get away with.
(Sad truth; my characters all seem to have textbook good-girl names though… except Delilah, that hussie).
(Yes I know ED’s dead, don’t remind me ;____;)
But on that note though, it seems that every other fic reads like this:
“Attractive but misunderstood 15 year old from Illinois (they always seem to come from here) is sent to Bullworth by their BAD parents, they have a cool sense of style and a vaguely described face, but they’re attractive to everyone and their grandmas. Immediately, upon arriving at Bullworth, Ms. Danvers is there to greet them and they ALREADY hate the school ugh there are cliques everywhere!
They hate the school, but now they have to wear uniforms and deal with prefects, UGH what a shithole this school is thanks mom! Ugh anyway they get shown around school by Jimmy and hang with him and his girlfriend Zoe and immediately they’re best FRIENDS! THEY GET INTO ALL SORTS OF NAUGHTY SHENANIGANS!
OH AND NEW STUDENT OBVIOUSLY KNOWS GALLOWAY IS A DRUNK!”
C’mon guys, don’t insult the source material :\
Edit: This is also the same reason why I’m afraid of adding new members to my Bully RP ;__________; WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE GOOD WRITERS?
This is especially true if anyone’s seen me with my boyfriend, I’m always holding onto him in some way; either his hands, his fingers, his shirt or his scarf. IDK how or when, but I like the feeling of physical closeness, there’s just something comforting and reassuring like a warm body pressed comfortably against you.
I don’t get it.
But this probably applies to a series where there is a large male cast with a small amount of female characters.
Before I say anything though; I don’t believe that a good character should be defined by their gender. A male character isn’t a good character just because he has a penis; likewise a weak character wouldn’t be automatically defaulted to a female character just because she has a vagina.
What does annoy me is that the minute a woman pops up on the screen/page, she’s immediately judged.
Oh, she tries to flirt with the cool/strong/lead/mysterious male character? She must be a slut. Does she continue to pursue her love interest despite the hardships they’ll face? She must be a persistent slut. She gets attacked and is brutally wounded? She’s slowing down the team! She gets angry at a male character for a legitimate reason? She must be an angry bitch.
On the other hand…
If a male character tries to flirt with the cool/strong/lead/mysterious male/female character? He’s just interested! Does he continue to pursue his love interest despite the hardships they’ll face? He’s determined to do whatever it takes! He gets attacked and is brutally wounded! DON’T DIE PLZ ;____; He gets angry at another character for a legitimate reason? GO GO GO!
I’m not saying ALL fangirls are like this, I’m fortunate to know a good sized number of fans in various series that are level-headed and rational people.
I’m talking about the batshit ones here.
The only reason why I don’t just delete/block him is because if I do, I fear he might start cutting or hurting himself again. He’s stubborn and won’t listen to a word I say, so I’m forced to listen to his bullshit complexities all the time.
Why can’t men be men and just ball the fuck up?
I don’t ship them just to create an argument with fanfiction authors, after all, it isn’t my place to tell them how they should enjoy their fandom. I’m not Rockstar Vancouver, I don’t have any authority.
If they want to ship their piss-poor OCs with Johnny that’s fine. A lot of the writers have Johnny break it off with Lola because they’d rather see him happy and adjusted with a woman who actually loves him and would take care of him.
But he simply wouldn’t be the Johnny I know and love if he wasn’t head over heels with Lola. In fact, I might go so far as to say he may be a masochist. And to a slightly less theoretical degree… I actually have a small soft spot thinking that Lola does love him in the end.
Think about it.
She’s a poor greaser girl who has a taste for the finer things in life (like nice perfume, a warm coat and good grades). She knows she could never ever afford those nice things, Johnny could never possibly afford those nice things for her. What’s a girl to do? She sleeps with these other guys and leaves them once she has what she wants. And almost always she goes back to Johnny.
Oh sure, Johnny’s pissed, who wouldn’t be? But he’s so INTO her that he forgives every misdoing. If he was smart enough, he would leave her, but he doesn’t.
Hell, if Lola didn’t care about Johnny at all and just wanted to be pampered all day, why doesn’t she just leave him and stay with the preps? She always gets back to this rough tough Greaser once she has what she wants.
So it grates my nerves when jealous fangirls write her off as a ditzy slut. I don’t think so, she has to be crazy manipulative and clever to even convince these guys to give her shit.
Lola does what every other shallow woman in the real world does, it may not be a pretty truth, but it’s a truth no less.
Bear with me, that above sentence made little to no sense.
But my point is that I don’t think we should really, honest to god mask who are in front of friends.
I think most people who are my friends (and I love the lot of you guys tremendously) figure out that I pretty much say what’s on my mind, and that if you’re going to be offended by everything that comes out of my mouth, well tough-titties. Ball up and realize not everyone’s going to agree with you and your optimistic whims.
Notice though, that I advocate non-censorship around friends and family. It’s a totally different story when it comes to professionals, superiors and your potential in-laws.
I realized how prone I am to my temper today (and how easily it scares people). I don’t exactly know from which parent I got it from, but regardless, I get annoyed easily.
Especially when I have to explain simple concepts to people over and over again; dude, are you even fucking trying to understand or does my anger give you some sort of high? I was thisclose to punching someone in the face today.
Everyone’s a “fashionista”, everyone, everywhere define who they are by what they wear. There are people who are happy in shirts and jeans, and there are people who are happy living in dresses and heels.
Whoever or whatever you choose to be, there will always be a cut, style and outfit out there for you somewhere.
I’m not a fashionista because I wear fancy clothes all day or because I follow trends like a desperate Topshop girl. I’m a fashionista because I understand that, above all else in the business of clothes-wearing, it all boils down to personal style. Some may think it’s not fashionable, others might think otherwise, but I like the way I dress and I don’t need some glossy trash telling me otherwise.
Fuck that.
I’m going to eat my ribs and my burgers and my bacon and eggs, with my chocolate cake and strawberry tarts with an extra helping of sugar donuts.
Why?
Because I’d rather eat and be happy and LIVE. I don’t care how ‘fat’ I am by today’s standards, back in the 40’s I would’ve been a pin-up model. Now? Now? If your ribcage doesn’t show, you’re not working hard enough.
Fuck that, I’m going to eat my cake. And so should everyone else too. Who CARES what ‘they’ say about YOUR body; if you want another bowl of spaghetti, go right ahead and dig in. If you’re cool with a salad for dinner, that’s totes fine.
Just please don’t go around shoving horrible untruths about how a woman’s body should look like. There is a reason why we store fat in the places that we do.
(on that note, however, I do not want to be like my parents. Sure, they’re my parents, but I really don’t want to be like them. I want my kids to enjoy little things.)
Think about it; just how much do you have to like a person that you’d willingly draw porn for them, especially as forms of gifts?
