I'm Melanie. I'm in college. I'm unique.
As I get older I'm discovering how hard it is to catagorize people. Even though I'm trying to follow the whole "Labels are for Soup cans" idea, it's so hard. I mean I look in my hall and see stoners, hippies, jocks, and brooding rockstars. Which leads me to my general question: Where do I fit in in all this?
Not to sound mopy or, God forbid, emo but I don't see a label when I look at myself. And while that has the potential to be a good thing, I can't help but think that being labeled is a very exclusive club. All the jocks practice together, all the artsy people draw together, the stoners smoke weed together, all the rockers jam together. The unique...do nothing? What do we do? Do we encroach on other labels' pastimes? Are we just in the way of the status quo?
This is a very valid question. Even the term "unique" is exclusionary, for what is "unique" but a characteristic that isn't seen in other people? An occurance limited to one time only? Something never seen before and never will be seen again?
Enough of me waxing poetic on the troubles of being a "unique and beautiful snowflake", it's time for a school update.
I recieved either an A or a B on all papers I've turned in.
I have friends who actually laugh at my jokes (Who would've thought?)
I'm failing Pre-calculus (Don't say anything, I'm just as shocked as you are. It's Pre-fucking-Calculus!)
I've gotten tipsy for the first time and drunk dialed.
Frat boys are weird.
My next door neighbors are crazy stoners.
I'm calling college "home".
I kind of wish I was back in RHS.
College food is amazing.
I miss home.
oh! and I'm putting cool songs as titles because I can. :)
This has been a MelanieDanielle production.
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So this is definetly the start of a Beautiful blog that I will constantly be reading.
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