since securing a place to live in austin, i spend a lot of time browsing websites for stuff to fill my new place, which eventually led me to etsy, which always leads me astray, which tonight led me to these gems, which i need (obviously):
and! and! and!
who is this person on etsy stealing that which makes me yvette and profiting? wait a second here... i think this means... no it can't... yes i'm quite certain... I'M NOT ALL THAT ORIGINAL (great, just when i found something a little happier to discuss (¿y que bonitas, no?) i lose track and start down another path of wah wah wahs)
back to the happiness
oh dear me, i just realized that the picasso earrings were placed upon a section of none other than Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. sweet relief, this person is not me! i would never, never place such a work of art on such a piece of shit, especially a piece of shit that one, kelly wiechart, forced me to read.
speaking of english teachers, there was once a particular idub teacher that i liked quite a bit. in fact, she was one of the first to actually pull me aside and encourage me to develop my writing. guess what she's doing now? she's fucking teaching yoga. yeah. she's a yoga instructor*. i'm dropping out of grad school. her opinion has officially been invalidated and with it some of the very foundation upon which i built this idea that i am somewhat talented has come crashing down at my feet.
i'm done with role models. 'cept my moms, pops, and bros. the rest of you... i don't need you anymore. all you do is disappoint (this means you, aliana!).
*this post is by no means meant as an attack on yoga instructors in general. i do not think yoga instructors are stupid or below my intelligence level. seriously. i swear it. believe me. pretend?
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