Hi, I'm Alice.
2nd year at UC Berkeley. Go Bears!
Business Adminstration & Economics Major
I reblog relevant things and blog about my life.
Get to know me. :)
Tumblr reminds me that I love writing and that even though I’m 20, I’m still an angsty little teen. I feel like I only go on here when I’m overwhelmed with emotion, and confused, and, well, i don’t know. I guess that is what confusion is, right? I think I just feel shitty because I had too many cookies and chocolates today, is it sad that something so good can make me feel so bad? That’s a dumb question. Of course, the best things in life are nothing without a little bit of pain.
Sorry for neglecting you, tumblr. I just haven’t felt very inspired lately. You can take that as a bad thing and a good thing. Good because writing is my way of venting, pouring my feelings into words that will hopefully begin to describe the mess that makes up my mind and my heart. Good because it means that life is, well, good. Bad because when life is good, I don’t feel creative. It’s the angsty teenager inside of me that leads me to create things, mold things, bring words and pictures to life, dream in color instead of sleeping blissfully without dream.
Is my life too good? Probably. Does that mean I’m completely happy? Of course not. I feel like there’s no way to ever be. But I kind of like that, in the least masochistic way possible, of course.
Now that I’m only working 3 days a week with no class, I have a lot of time on my hands before school starts. I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t want to lay around and do nothing, but at the same time I can’t muster up the motivation to do very much of anything. I think to myself, perhaps today I will clean my room. Or, today I will go grocery shopping. Or, today I will take a trip to the thrift store. But all that only happens 40% of the time that I actually think those thoughts.
Wouldn’t it be so wonderful to be spontaneous, to live life on the edge? To be passionate about something, to feel alive and seize the day, every day, to spend every waking moment making something of myself. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
That would be.
LOOK AT ME FEELING LIKE SHIT AGAIN.
Jordan Taylor, Four Myths that Students Believe about College (via thathilomgirl)
I just feel like crying from exasperation. Zzz.