I guess I always find "about me"s difficult to write because I either sound like I belong on myspace or someone who tries too hard to be profound. I'll start with the basics: My name's Ramelcy, and I'm from a little place you might have heard of known as New York City. I consider myself a Feminist and have an opinion on just about anything and everything. My tumblr is my own and no one else's so I'll post whatever quotes, rants, pictures, and random bullshit that I want. I guess it provides a bit of insight to who I am or at least I think I am? Don't hesitate to say hello. Follow and enjoy or not ?
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Decisiones.
I’ve decided that I’m not even going to bother applying to my school’s summer program.
I know I’m passing up an opportunity to adjust to my school before next fall. I know I’m passing up basically an academic head-start and a head-start with my mentor. I know I’m passing up 2fuckingthousand buckaroos.
But I also know if I were to get in, I would be absolutely miserable. I wouldn’t be able to possibly survive doing REAL work during the summer. I would not be able to see my friends or family for my last summer before college, before everything changes dramatically.
I know it may seem like a big mistake to some people, but as long as I’m happy with my decision, which I am, everything will be okay. I need this summer to unwind, have fun, PARTY, intern, and do my summer program at Sadie Nash. In the end, this summer is the time I want and need for me…
So a cute, smart, feminist-y, well-dressed guy can’t just fall out of the sky and into my bed lap?
No? Life doesn’t work like that?
Spectrum ‘12
I’m finally home after being on the bus for 4 hrs -__- stupid traffic. I can sleep in my own Queen sized cloud-like bed & shower in my OWN bathroom.
Well, Spectrum at Haverford was definitely interesting. It’s sort of what I expected in terms of demographic, social life, and just the general atmosphere. I went to an ALAS party, and I can’t front, they had like the Aventura, ass-shakin’, twerking, 2007 reggeaton, and random ratchet as jams. Like I had a lot of fun, and it was so funny seeing the most “awkward” or quiet guys from our group break out of their shells and start grinding on upperclassmen girls or when this quiet Asian girl from our group cleared the floor so she could do the worm lmao. The freaks come out at night all right.
The rest of the weekend consisted of panels, questions for current students, food, more food, naps, awkward as Haverfordians, and random funny moments (and more naps!). One thing that was fucking dope was when I was checking in, the lady from admissions was all like “Ramelcy? Finally! It’s so nice to meet you, we’ve been waiting for you since November!” The Dean of Admissions later came to meet me personally too. I just felt super special and welcomed.
The most difficult thing of this weekend was just facing reality. Since December 1st, going to Haverford was no biggie. I mean I got into a top liberal arts college AND would attend for FREE, how could I ever complain, but this weekend really showed me I was really comfortable with the idea on paper or in theory. It was a completely different thing to actually imagine myself moving there, living there, and learning there for the next 4 yrs. I have commitment issues, and when faced with such a reality, I sort of wanted to run far away and stay a college-less kid forever. Ultimately, I’m facing the truth that I will be living there in a couple of months, and my experience will be what I make of it. It is up to me to take advantage of all Haverford’s resources and put as much positive energy as I want back….
They don’t seem to get it.
I am going to a great college on a full ride, unless it’s something that puts my college education in jeopardy, nothing from here on out affects me.
I love this cardigan, this weather, the fact that March is almost over, and that I have my cookies n’ cream milkshake & snickers icecream bar downstairs.
Life makes sense, ya know?
Another movie where people feel “stuck” in their life and marriage…
damn, I never want to get married at this point or grow up.
Watching Friends With Money.
OMG this movie makes me scared to grow up and get married.
I swear one woman’s husband is gay on the low low! I think she’s in denial, and she’s so angry at the world! She was about to start a fight because a couple skipped her on the OLD NAVY LINE lol.
This other lady’s husband is a dick and doesn’t even care. Their marriage is shit…
The other lady’s husband is a strange one. He doesn’t even care about his marriage, just the sex. And she’s filthy fucking rich, but can’t even lend Jennifer Aniston’s character a couple of dollabills!
Jennifer Aniston’s character is kinda sad…she lets guys walk all over her and is in love with this married man, who she had a 2-month affair with. He even told his wife, and his wife ain’t even mad at about it. She’s also a cleaning lady and has no idea what she wants to do with her life. (ALSO the guy she’s fucking, doesn’t even look at her during sex, made her dress up as a French maid and call him Mr. Roger or some shit, takes half her payment after she cleans, and rather go to dinner with some girl who ruined his life in high school than take Jennifer Aniston. She’s also about to start dating some unemployed chubby weirdo.) ZAMM ZADDY.
And they’re all friends, but talk SO SO SO much shit about each other.
…..I’m in the process of learning their names lmao.
BUT WHY.
BUT WHY some boy I used to go to middle school and junior high with private messaged me on FB saying “U a jawn now!!!”.
Like really though?
Really nigga?
Really?
lmao like I know I was sort of awkward looking back in the day, but damn you don’t have to remind me. Fuck you, man.
I was a “jawn” back then, and I’m a jawn now!
Something I’ve Learned
People wait way too long to tell you how much you mean to them.
Fuck that “you don’t know what you have till it’s gone” shit. Appreciate me now, don’t wait till I’m gone…
