Frustration, Pity Parties, and “WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I MAJOR IN!?”

I don’t even know where to begin with this post. I probably shouldn’t be writing right now, but whatever. I DGAF. You don’t know what DGAF means? Go look it up on Urban Dictionary. Oh, you don’t know what Urban Dictionary is? GET OFF MY BLOG. Just kidding, stay on my blog! Please! You’re (whoever you are) probably the only person that actually reads it. Anyway, I’m frustrated with a lot of things lately. Like how I’m still not getting better after my accidents. Yes, plural. Don’t worry, neither were my fault. Seriously though. My back is all out of whack, my spine has a sway in it, and my neck is stacked straight. Oh, and I also get random shooting pains down my right leg every so often. OH, and my arm loses feeling whenever it wants to.

I’ve been seeing a chiropractor three times a week since June. It’s helping, I guess, but I feel weaker. Weak is not in my vocabulary. I’m a big brave dog, normally. Now, I feel like stray alley cat. I hate cats. Comparing myself to one should say something. Should I go see an orthopedic? Maybe a neurologist? Yeah, probably Victoria! Fine, I’ll get on it once I leave the pity party I threw for myself.

This year has thrown me too many curveballs. Unexpected, emotional, and stressful ones at that. I feel like they’ve all been this semester, too (that probably explains my extreme lack of motivation in school). I struck out a while ago, pitcher. Put the ball down! Seriously. I don’t know if I can handle anything else. I’m not going to say all the horrible things that have been going on because it wouldn’t do you any good. I’ll just keep it bottled up like always. Hmm, maybe I’ll add therapist to my list of doctors to find. Therapy is the new black, right? I’m not a complete mess (yet), right?

I guess what I’m trying to say is, “SOMEONE SLAP ME AND TELL ME EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE. SHUT UP ALREADY, AND GET OVER YOURSELF.”

Lastly, I’m starting my college applications for the fall. Yay! I finally get to go to a real college! No offense, Moorpark. You’re great. I just think it’s time I put my big girl panties on and go see what a “real” school has to offer me. Before I submit anything, I need to make a decision; something I completely suck at. I’ve made eleven pro and con lists, charts, done all kinds of crazy cool research, but I can’t seem to make a decision. What do I major in? I feel like business would be safe, but everyone majors in business. It’s too mainstream, yo. I gots to be different. Maybe film, ’cause I’m fresh like that. Who knows? Do you? Because I definitely don’t. Does it even matter what you major in now-a-days? I feel like a huge chunk of college grads don’t even use the degree they spent all their energy on when they get a job. Meh.

Enough ranting for one post.

Oh, and I have a boyfriend. I know, right? More to come.