So I've been super busy, and I'll get to everything I owe people when things calm down. It's my weekend off this weekend, and I'll have a WHOLE BUNCH OF TIME TO MYSELF. Thank you life.
So, this is super random, you've been warned. I just have a lot of thoughts floating around, and somehow for the first time in my life I'm not really scared of telling my opinions... maybe because there's really not a threat from outside sources. That's a long story that's sometimes not as scary as I think it is.
The song Skater Boy. I know it's super old at this point, but I'm pretty sure this song is a touch misogynistic. So a girl had a crush on this boy, but wasn't really sure enough about her feelings to go out with him. Clearly she's got strict parents, and yet the lyrics go on about how, oh she wouldn't date him because he "was not good enough for her. She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space, she needed to come back down to earth." uh, ok, there's probably more to it than she's just a bitch for not dating him. Then at the end the person telling us this story is just rubbing it in this girl's face about how she wasn't willing to date any guy who asked her out and how she should have for the incredibly selfish reason that now he's famous.
I just... I can't even with this song anymore. I used to actually really like it as a kid and I can't not see it that way. Maybe I'm over thinking it, but I'm not doing a full long analysis of it so there.
Selling OCs. I honestly don't understand the concept. I mean, I get selling designs that you haven't named or even thought about and you feel bad for "hoarding" them or whatever but... I don't know. Maybe it's because I literally have about 500 characters floating around in my head that I don't understand how a couple dozen could trouble someone. Granted I don't have all 500 active at once, but there's always about a dozen going at once and I have to be able to switch between them at the drop of a hat.
Again, probably overthinking it, or not being empathetic enough because I don't understand it.
I'm speaking about essay writing at another campus of my school, which is ironic considering my high school history. I could not write them worth jack shit and suddenly I could. It's really weird. I don't think they're great, but apparently this teacher liked them.
Also, I have to go to class, and it's really unappealing, and I'm going to be on my own with my dog who is sometimes an ass, and also my cat who is also occasionally an ass, but only when there's glasses of water for an extended period of time. I mean EXTENDED. Basically house sitting, except I live here.