So I play the ukelele.
My ukelele is called Jamison Davarious and we play songs together.
I hope this doesn’t suck.
Excuse my face.
So, first of all, for some reason, I”m able to actually type text posts on my computer again. I couldn’t for a while and I don’t know why but it’s fixed now. Probably because I have a new computer, but yeah.
So I finally did college things.
My mother and I went to Trident Tech while I was supposed to be at school and looked into different career things that I could be and I finally decided what I want to be after I graduate.
I was debating between studying psychology, forensics, or English, but I’ve finally found something I think I could do and be good at that wouldn’t cause my test anxiety to flair up every chance it got: digital media.
Meaning, video game design. Or website design, or both. I want to go into animation, and I think it would be fun considering how much time I spend at my computer anyway. It’s not like there would be a big change there.
All that’s left is to get my transcript in and submit proof that I actually live where I say I live, and then I need to learn how to drive so I can actually get to the damn place when I need to be… but yeah. I’m finally doing something worth doing. It’s awesome.
“The Ride” by Rodolphe Guenoden
HOLD THE FUCK UP
I reblog this every time I see it.
This comic always creeps me the fuck out.
It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot