Semantic Éire

I never make any original Tumblr posts anymore. Hell, I can’t even write a 500 word essay right now. ON FUCKING CHOCOLATE!

CHOCOLATE

Pondering my descent into boring, I’ve realized something that may be the issue.

I’m sitting at a desk.

I’m sitting in a chair, typing.

That’s not how Erin should work! Erin sits in unusual places and types up bullshit! THAT’S WHAT I DO!

Fuck this desk. Fuck this chair. I’m taking my snazzy french pillow that makes me think if a label for a bottle of liquor and ROLL THE FUCK AROUND ON MY BED!

FUCK YEAH! PROFANITY!

I’m gonna swear and type this paper on chocolate and be awesome and tell everyone that I think they’re a cantankerous jellyfish!

I shall do all this while you all think I’m ridiculous!

I don’t like parties either. You’re not alone.

I know how you feel, and I miss you ever so much!

Thanks guys! Wish I could hang out with you while I’m here. I’m still in the process of making new friends. That’s the worst part of moving. BLUAHJFEIFHEILF

Ever since I was a freshman in high school, i found the “norm” for social behavior so difficult to do. My childhood bestfriend used to try to convince me that parties and the like were actually fun and that I should loosen up.

“Why can’t you make it fun?”

Well… I’m bad at college too.

I tried, I really did. But being amongst screeching strangers isn’t fun to me.

I want my sewing machine and movies and other friends who find adventures.

I don’t like parties. I’m just not into it.

I only end up feeling depressed because there is this invisible wall there where I just can’t fit in with everyone else.

And I want my home to be disorganized and chaotic and perfect!