Accepting the future?

I erased the part of my "about me" section from this blog and Twitter which said "wannabe fashion journalist".

I've accepted that if I stay in PR, I'll have a job. At least I have a higher chance of getting one, unlike if I was studying to become a journalist. PR's a relatively new profession, especially in Portugal. Good money and definitely interesting. I can still work in fashion if I want to.

This sudden turn of events astounds me. I know how I ended up in PR, but it's strange to me. It wasn't my intention and somehow my decisions led me to where I am now.

Yes. I think I'm staying in Public Relations.

The best years of your life

I was talking to a friend a few minutes ago about university and life as a college student. Complaining about the amount of workload we have (and how we procrastinate every single day) and how we envy high school students and how easy it all was just a few months ago. I walk by my old high school sometimes and as I see new students I think to myself, "You have no idea how lucky you are to still be in high school".

We also talked about how people usually say that the college years are the best years of our lives. It's my third month, I know, but... I'm not feeling it. Probably because people who say that are people who spend their college life in a dorm room. I don't. I've met people that I like, but I won't be able to consider them friends or just go out with them like I do with my group of friends for a very long time.

I probably could feel this way if I was the party girl type. I'm not. I prefer staying in and reading or going out to a friend's house with other friends rather than going out to some club or some place of the sort. I don't have the "academic spirit". Not yet, at least. I never got drunk and I honestly doubt that it's going to happen anytime soon. Not that I want to get drunk and puke all over the street and be classy like that. But it seems like that's the way people enjoy their college years and the best years of their lives.

I'm not feeling it.

Bring it, Potter

 

Bring it.

11 more days! I couldn't be more excited! I've already got my ticket and I'm so happy that for the first time I can watch it earlier (even though only a day earlier, still, it feels awesome) than all you English and Americans! HAH! In yo face, bitchez.

Oh, hai

I'll talk about this in late December, but this year has been... interesting, to say the least. Anywho.

Iiiii signed up for driving classes yesterday! I'm so psyched. I can start classes on the 23rd and I can't wait. Still need to do a few theory classes before I can actually drive, but it'll be fun nonetheless.

So, I don't think Ashley and I are going to do NaNoWriMo this year. Three major problems: I don't have the time and I'm always busy and/or tired; I don't have the least amount of inspiration; it's already the 6th and we haven't written a single word. Well, we have, but that was months ago.

I'm also so behind on Tumblr. Like, seriously behind. I've never let myself be so behind. I'll try. I will.

What else... oh, I should make my TSR video now. I'm going to watch The Social Network tonight! I've heard good things about it, so hopefully it'll be nice.

Have a great Saturday!

Bisou, bisou.