Kill Switch

The Chaos Code
2017-08-22 12:47:12 (UTC)

A Conglomeration Of Thoughts [Basically, Me Ranting About Everything And Anything I Could Think Of]

I am a very excited Killian right now. Haha. Lots of good things happening in my life!

I was SO super worried about my life being stagnant. . .and having to spend an entire semester taking just ONE class. WELL FEAR NO LONGER FOR MY LIFE IS MOVING FORWARD FASTER THAN I PLANNED.

I now have not one, but EIGHT classes this semester. Three of them MIGHT be dropped when my transcripts get to this college. But, if not, I will have to take them over again. And these are ALL CORE CLASSES. CORE VETERINARY MEDICINE CLASSES. I GET TO EAT, SLEEP, AND BREATHE VET MEDICINE. AHHHHHHHH.

I am so fucking elated . . .you guys have no idea! It's like fucking Christmas in my head right now!

I'm most excited for my Animal Anatomy and Physiology classes this semester. And I get to start an internship next semester! Holy wow, I am excited! I'm going to get to start on my career path much sooner than I expected.

No, I didn't drop my BA. I have one class left to complete my BA and I am taking it simultaneously as I do these classes at a different university. I AM SO FUCKIN' STOKED, Y'ALL. YO!

I also discovered that my all-time favourite brand of vape juice carries a Blue Raspberry Lemonade flavour. . .and I think I just died and went to heaven. Ordered a 120ml bottle of that shit. No lie. Blue Raspberry is my all-time favourite flavour. And lemonade is my all-time favourite drink. Combine them together and put them in a vape? Holy wow, I'm going to be smoking every second of my life. . .haha. It's fine, though, coz I get the 0%. No tobacco/nicotine/whatever. Just pure flavoured water vapour!

I also took the reading/math assessments for this new uni I just got into and I aced so hard. 100% on the reading and 95% on the math. Which, is surprising, because math is the only subject I've ever struggled with in school at all. So a 95% is pretty good for me!

And these classes are work-at-your-own-pace classes. . .so I can go as fast or as slow as I want. I have to take exams by/on certain dates, but other than that, I can work at my own pace. The ONLY requirement is that you finish your degree within 6 years. This is a 2 year minimum degree. . .They give you 6 years for that? PFFFT. I'mma be done in no time! FUCK. I am so ecstatic.

And it's great because if I feel sick or feel like just doing drugs all day and watching netflix, I can. If I go to a party and get a little too blitzed, I can just chill and not worry about schoolwork the next day. If I want to pull an all-nighter and work till I drop, I CAN. Which, yes, I do get in those moods where I just work nonstop for days at a time.

I have, like. . .the opposite of ADHD/ADD. I can hyper-focus on anything I want. And NOTHING can break my concentration. . .unless I take adderrall. Lmao. That shit has the worst effects for me, since I don't have any issues with focus. It makes me grind my teeth like crazy and gets me so distracted that I can't even finish speaking a full sentence. I hate that stuff. I'm so damn glad I don't have those problems. I can just work for days on end while simultaneously talking with friends and keeping track of other things the whole time. I have the concentration of a fucking bull staring at a red flag, man. Nothing can distract me when I want to focus. And it's not even a "when I get in the zone" kinda thing. It's literally "Hey, do you need to focus on something? Perfect, go for it." or "Want to focus on this thing? It looks interesting! Let's spend 6 hours researching it!!!" Like. That's just how I work. Lmao.

I am very fucking lucky that, with all my problems, the one problem I do NOT have is concentration problems. I am beast mode with concentration/focus.

My mom saw the old-people social worker for my dad today and explained the situation. Yesterday, my dad let all of the air out of the tires on all three of our cars (My moms, his, and mine) because he was convinced people were coming to steal them. He turned off the router a million times because "They are using it" before I fucking marched up to him, cornered him, and screamed at him that I was doing schoolwork and getting into a new college and he needed to fucking stop or I was gonna take the router in my room and lock the damn door. My mom was laughing because I am a 5'4" and 98 lbs and my dad is like 5'9" and pure muscle/ex-military. I was so pissed. Lol. My dad can literally pick me up and throw me across a room at will. No lie. So I usually don't mess with him because he's really mean to me. . .but I was so damn pissed that I was ready to fucking fight him. Haha. I'm glad it didn't get to that, though, because I would have lost so badly and I would've woken up in so much pain today.

I only have a few pain killers left and still 2 weeks or so until my PK script gets filled. Looks like I will be spending quite a bit of my money at my dealer's house. But, where I am, pain killers are more expensive in bulk than heroin is. So I will probably be using heroin a lot more often than normal. But, honestly, that's fine with me coz as long as I use it in moderation, I will be able to stay on schedule with my classwork. Only thing pissing me off is how slow our internet is at my parent's house. It takes like 1 hour to load a 3 minute video. So I just watch Grey's Anatomy on my phone with my data until the initial video loads for my classes and the rest of it is all reading and studying and researching and quizzes and medical "games". But that initial video is a real bitch to load and you have to watch it from start to finish to get full participation credit, so I'm like "ugggghhhhh......"

Whatevs. Gives me time to catch up on some Grey's Anatomy. Lolol. When I finished watching The X-Files the whole way through, I thought I wouldn't be able to find another show that hooked me like that that I could binge. And then I remembered the few Grey's Anatomy episodes I had seen on TV during high school. And I remembered how I couldn't watch it because of how graphic it was with the surgery scenes. And now I am fucking BECOMING a surgeon. . .and I'm like. . ."Wait....this show could hold some real interest for me now that I'm not even slightly squeamish anymore. . ." so I watched a few episodes. . .next thing I know I'm on season 8. Lmao. My mom joined me watching it around season 4, because my mom has been an RN and a Peds nurse for over 50 years. So she gets a kick out of explaining all the medical terms and procedures to me and guessing what they're gonna do/say before they do it. She's always right, too. My mom is pretty damn smart. I never thought her and I would have anything in common other than Star Trek. . .she's a Baby Boomer and I'm a Millennial. We are exact opposites. I always told her I would NEVER go into any medical field when I was little. I wanted to be a vet since pre-k, yet, but see. . .

There was this incident in middle school. I got to shadow a vet for a project in 7th grade. One day, he let me in on a surgery. The second he opened the golden retriever's stomach with a laser scalpel, I passed out. The tech and vet had to catch me AND the dog. So I gave up on becoming a vet for a very long time. When I first went into college, I was a graphic design major. Found it boring. Then I switched to physics for a while, gen study. Found it too dry. Then I switched to music. Found that it took too much effort (the hours you have to put in as a musician is just not for me, jeeze). Then I switched to linguistics. Found that I really liked it. . .but I wasn't really getting anywhere with it. I was bored because I'm already fluent in German and English. I know a lot of Spanish, French, Japanese, and Latin. And I have a good grasp of the basics of Gaelic, Russian, and Swedish. I wanted to become a universal translator. . .like Hoshi Sato in Star Trek: Enterprise. Being able to speak languages standing on the spot by examining syntax and such. But I had to go through all the classes to get my degree and, of course, I started with German. I already knew German and I couldn't clep. I got bored REAL fast.

Then. . .I just kinda coasted in school as a linguistics major. . .took my time, not really sure what I was going to do. . .had no plan. . .thought "Wow, I'm never going to find a major that suits me. I'm going to grow old with just a job and never a career." And some people are like that and that's okay. . .the girl I love is like that. But that's not me. That is definitely not me. I am the kind of person that wants to get their foot in the door, climb the ladder all the way to the top, and open up their own business in their field. I'm the kind of person that has dreamt of having a Ph.D. since he was in pre-k. I have never given up on that dream, albeit I kept my life stagnant on purpose for a while since I had no idea what I was doing.

Then. . .I moved in with my ex-girlfriend in Colorado. THAT was a whirlwind of impulsive mistakes. I was in a highly abusive environment, I was on Skype with her, and after she witnessed a physical fight, she said "I'm coming to get you" and started packing right in front of me on the camera. I was like "....what?" Coz she was in Colorado and I was in North Carolina. She repeated, "I'm coming to get you." When I looked at her, obviously perplexed, she explained, "I'm going to drive to your house with my big dog as protection overnight. No sleep, no stops. I'm going to save you." and then she turned off the camera, packed, and texted me that she was leaving.

My mom and I had a HUGE fight about me leaving in such an impulsive flurry of decisions. But I was young, madly in love, and stupid.

To everyone's surprise, even my own, my girlfriend turned up at my basement door in the exact minimum time it took to drive from Colorado to North Carolina. She packed my car with me that day, we slept in the same bed that night for the first time (we were LD boyfriend/girlfriend), and we left the next day. We took our time going back to CO. Spent a lot of nights crying with each other in hotel rooms while our dogs slept on the bed next to us (yes, we made sure to get rooms with two beds---one for us and one for our dogs).

And during my stay with her, she was strongly considering going to Vet Med school and she asked me if I wanted to go to school with her. We had plans to study together and become Vets together and open a clinic together and such. We had all these plans. . . She was a former EMT, so she had medical training already. I had nothing behind me except my own experience with animals I have had in the past. And, if this counts, my mom practicing IV's on me when I was a baby. (I have a bad fear of needles from that, but I have been long-time overcoming it by using heroin.)

So, yeah, we had all these plans. . .and when we were fighting one day, she was like "Yeah, I will probably become a surgeon and you can be my tech or assistant." I stopped and was like "Wait. . .you don't think I'm good enough to be a surgeon?" And she laughed and told me some ridiculous, very stereotypical Scorpio things. God, I fucking hate Scorpios.

We were not a good match. We had been together and broken up and together a million times over from the ages of like 13 or so. I was 24 then. We should have known we'd clash by then, seriously, but. . .nah, somehow we didn't. She hated drugs with a passion, I'm a drug addict. She always has to be in control and do things independently, I'm the type to always ask for help and likes to lose control. She loves food, I'm anorexic. She smokes cigarettes, I'm in a group called the Beagle Freedom Project to stop people from buying cigarettes to free the beagles that cigarettes are tested on. She's very loud and physical, I'm very loud and physical, too. She's very argumentative. So am I. She's purely logical, I'm emotional as all hell. We had both been abused and neglected.

I could go on. . .we were just NOT a good match at all. But do you know how hard it is to find a polyamorous relationship where the person is okay with you being asexual and doesn't press sex on you EVER, and lives a BDSM lifestyle? I'm a pet and a pain slut. I'm a sub. She's a domme. How perfect was that? She was my girlfriend AND my mistress (though, she liked to be called Master). It seemed perfect. It was perfect. For a long time, it was perfect.

Until we lived together.

ANYWAYS back to the story. . .she didn't think I could be a surgeon. Which pissed me off to no end. I mean, who was the one with a solid 4.0 all through school, graduated valedictorian, and got accepted into the Ivy's? That would be me. Fuck off, man. Seriously. Don't think I can be a surgeon. . .hahaha. Please.

So, I agreed to go into vet school with her (and planned to surpass her). Meanwhile, I was getting in with a new therapist like she wanted me to. Getting in with an addiction counselor like she wanted me to. Getting clean and getting psychologically fixed.

The DAY before I was set to go to my therapist and get on new medication. . .she told me to gtfo. I did. I left. I fucking left. And it was crazy because I left, overdosed in a parking lot, and woke up to find that I was alive. And then other stuff happened between her, her husband, and her husband's father. It was awful. Absolutely awful. it broke me. I was stranded in Colorado with no help or anyone I knew.

I managed, though. That experience made me grow up a LOT. For the first time in my life, I was COMPLETELY on my own and I had my dog to take care of. I remember sitting in a hotel room one night and watching my dog sleep on the bed next to me, all curled up and cozy. And I just started crying and told myself "You have to grow up now, Killian. You have this amazing sentient being to tend to and you can't let him down. You have take care of him. Your problems come second. You need to make sure he is okay and happy and well-fed and has enough water, etc etc etc, before you can even THINK about checking on yourself. You don't have the luxury of dying or copping out with drugs or alcohol. You need to be lucid to take care of this baby. If you really care about him, you will grow up." And I did. I toughened up a LOT during those months alone. Like. . .a lot, a lot. It changed my whole damn world. And it changed it for the better. I am such a better person because of that. I have my bitter, miserable ex-girlfriend to thank for that. And, to my knowledge, she is STILL bitter and miserable. HAH.

Whatever. I don't care if she's happy or miserable. It doesn't matter to me anymore. At all.

OH

But the point is. . .she is the one who got me into thinking about Vet school again. I thought I couldn't do it for a long time because of how squeamish I used to be. Then I spent some time every day forcing myself to watch surgical procedures online and spent time volunteering at an animal shelter and volunteering with the sick animals. Giving them their medicine, changing their bandages, mixing special diet foods for them, etc. . .I adopted two very sick cats. Took over 4,000 dollars to get them better. They were on the verge of dying. . .and they had several relapses of sickness. I nursed them back to health with the help of my local vet. She taught me how to care for them and what to do. I spent lots of sleepless nights watching them breathe to make sure they were okay. Giving them eye drops, making them swallow pills, sprinkling medicine onto their food, squirting supplements into their mouths, giving them shots. It was hard, yeah, but it was enjoyable, too. And after I took care of them and successfully brought them back from death's door, I made the decision that I would, indeed, enroll in Vet Med school, after all.

Fuck my ex. I can be a surgeon if I want to. There's no damn limit on what I can do. I am physically abled. I am not going to waste that privilege. Especially not when I have a passion.

And I am taking the first steps towards fulfilling that passion right now. . .a whole semester earlier than I planned. I am doing damn good.

NOT TO MENTION, ever since I got on this mood stabilizer and OFF that anti-psychotic, my moods have been so stable and I haven't had any really bad episodes since then. As long as I take my medications on time, I am pretty stable overall, psychologically. Yeah, I'm not neurotypical level okay, but I am okay for a severely neurodivergent person.

Life is going damn good for me right now. I love life. Things are great.

Also, I got a bunch of new clothes. Plaid and argyle, of course. Lots of blues and cool tones. I'm a sucker for preppy things and things that make my grey eyes pop or look kinda stormy blue instead of icy grey. Some people say the iciness of my grey eyes makes me look too intense or like a serial killer. HAHA. So I kinda like it when they look blue instead, coz then girls are all like "OH MY GAWD, KILLIAN, YOUR EYES ARE SOOOOOO PRETTYYY EEEEE" whereas when my eyes look grey like they normally do, girls are like "Wow Killian why are you so angry???" I'm like ...I'm not??? That's just my eyes??? Hahaha. I really hate having grey eyes. Lolol. Every time I have dyed my hair black or put any black in it, I have had to immediately bleach it out and turn it back to my natural colour, white-blonde, or put some pastel or neon dye in it. Something bright. Because my pasty, white, never-seen-the-light-of-day skin and grey eyes are not a good match for black hair. Rofl. Blonde and pastel/neon colours makes me look like the bright and chipper and high energy person I actually am. I've never been a fan of dark colours. All my tattoos are really bright, too. In fact, one of my half-sleeves is completely rainbow. There's barely any black in any of my tattoos. I like bright, unique, fun, colourful things. . .so the fact that my eyes pretty much LACK colour irritates me.

Oh. My point was that I found out that kid's M and L sizes fit me perfectly. . .so now I don't have to shop in the girl's petite section anymore. Pffft. Now I can shop in the little boys section. I guess that's an upgrade. I mean, really, you laugh now. . .but who is the one getting pants and shirts for 5 dollars or less a pop? Hmm??? Yeah, sounds pretty good right about now, huh?

I got a tinder the other day. Like, literally maybe 2 or 3 days ago. For fun. Not for actual dating purposes, because I am 100% career oriented and not looking for a relationship. And I've matched with like 7 people already??? Before I knew that you could change the age meter, I matched with someone who was fucking 35 and they messaged me like "Hey, hot thing." AND I WAS LIKE NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOO AHHHHHH. Lmaaaoooo. Oh my god. Like, yes, age is just a number after you hit 18, but dear god, I am sorry, I will not date anyone over a couple years apart from me, jfc. Like...that's a 10 YEAR AGE GAP RIGHT THERE. I'm still in my 20's. I may be in the latter stages of my 20's, but holy wow, I'M NOT THERE YET, SWEETIE, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE. Hahaha.

I changed the age meter immediately after that. Before, it was at like 18-40 and I was like NO NO NO NO. I wondered why there were fucking teenagers popping up on my feed. Like every time I thought a teenager was attractive, I'd be like "AWWW THEY'RE SO....oh. They're a literal fetus. Nevermind." Swipe left. Lmao.

UH

Wow, I am just ranting about anything and everything right now, tbh. I just want to fucking talk and everyone is at work or at school and I'm like WAHHH SOMEONE FUCKING GIVE ME ATTENTION. The only one that wants to talk to me is this girl that I met while I was shopping the other day and she is like. . .all over me, trying to get me to hang out with her, and I'm just like "Busy, sorry." meanwhile hitting up my other friends being like "WHAT ARE YOU DOING. DO YOU WANT TO HANG OUT??? COME DO SOMETHING WITH ME PLEASE." Like, wow, as a polyamorous person, I do NOT like clingy people. Jeeze. Like, if she would leave me alone for a couple days and then be like "Hey, wanna do something or whatever?" I'd be all "SURE Let's go!" But no. She's like....every day "Hey what are you doing?" "Wanna hang out?" "Are you busy?" "Are you mad at me?" "Killiannnnn, let's hang out soon, okayyyy??? :)" LONG GROAN.

Man. One of my friends has SUPER bad social anxiety and I love her to death and I ALWAYS want to hang out with her but it's impossible for her to do anything before noon because of her anxiety and she rarely ever leaves the house or hangs out with people, but I am an exception coz we have been besties since high school, but lately she's been so anxious that she hasn't been able to go anywhere. Not even taking her kid to the playground. And I'm like YOU JUST MOVED BACK HERE, I JUST MOVED BACK HERE, I HAVEN'T MET YOUR KID AND EX-HUSBAND YET, PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE LET ME SEE YOUUUUUUU. Ex-hubby and her are still friend and ex-hubby is my friend, too, but we've never met in person. And I'm tired of seeing all these cute pictures of her kid online and not being able to be like "I HAVE HELD THAT CHILD BEFORE. SHE IS LOVELY." She knows me as Uncle Killi. Lmao. Even though I'm not related, I'm p much like family. I'm not good with kids and I generally hate children, but all of my friends are having kids so I'm LEARNING to like kids. Pfffft. But this friend is busy doing mommy stuff 24/7 so it's hard to hang out initially, but add her social anxiety on top of that, and it's like impossible.

I mean, I understand anxiety in a sense. I have generalized anxiety and panic disorder, but I take medication for it AND PRN benzos. I don't understand how people don't just go get medication for their problems??? I understand there could be money issues---there has been for me on several occasions---but when it's THAT BAD that you can't function? Time to put off some payments to see a doctor or psych and get a prescription. I'm lucky to have a steady income right now. Very lucky. It's below minimum wage and I only make about 600/month, but it's money, nonetheless. And while I'm over full-time in college? That's enough for me. I also want to get back into volunteering at a Humane Society, but the closest one is over an hour away. Ugh. Idk if I have enough money for gas to volunteer there, tbh. But I really, really want to. I want a full-as-fuck schedule. I want to be working, in school, volunteering, club activies, and have little to no time to hang out with anyone or form relationships. It helps me to not think about anything depressing. The key to beating my own depression is to stay busy. No down time. Don't give myself ANY time to think. I even keep my shows on or my spotify on until my ambien kicks in enough to put me to sleep. I don't even give myself time to think when I'm trying to get to sleep. And when I wake up, I shoot out of bed, pop pills, and whip out my phone and laptop and start working on things and talking to everyone. NO DOWN TIME. DOWN TIME = DEPRESSION AND SUICIDAL IMPULSES.

That's why psych wards are so harmful to me. . .there's way too much down-time. Makes me severely suicidal and depressed. Moreso than usual. Psych wards are a fucking menace, but I've ranted about that before.

FUCK I CANNOT WAIT TO GET THIS BLUE RASPBERRY LEMONADE VAPE JUICE. I'm almost out of my melon and passion-fruit juice and all I have left is mint and I only use mint when I get headaches. I hate mint, but the smell and flavour makes my migraines and headaches go away. And if I get an optical migraine, vaping mint juice helps a fuck-ton. Even moreso than sniffing peppermint oil. I think I've already mentioned I'm prescribed a blood pressure med for my optical migraines. They want to do Botox on me, but GOOD LORD NO THANKS. I'M SORRY BUT I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE FUCKING WHATEVER THE HELL INJECTED INTO MY FOREHEAD. I WILL LIVE IN AGONY, THANK YOU. Luckily, this BP med is working p well. And add some mint vaping to that and they're almost completely gone. I still have an imitrex script for emergencies, though. People think I'm having a stroke when I get an optical migraine because one of my pupils blows and the other constricts. It makes me unable to see ANYTHING. Ugh. It's awful. And it makes me see purple spots and black orbs. Not pleseant. The first time I got an optical migraine, I didn't know what a blown pupil was a symptom of and I couldn't read my kindle no matter how big I increased the font to. . .so I went in the bathroom and saw one of my pupils was huge like I was tripping and the other one was tiny like I was on pain killers. I called my mom and had her come down and I was like "LOOK HOW COOL THIS LOOKS...but I can't read, so how do I fix it?" And my mom dropped everything she was holding and almost screamed. She grabbed me and called 911 and like. . .shoved me up the stairs into her room and made me lie down until the EMTs got there. I was so confused. Lmao. Coz I felt fine.

Optical migraines don't give you any headache pain. They just. . .Idk. It's not a painful thing. It's just an inconvenient and sort of scary thing. It took them FOREVER to figure out what it was at the hospital. They even had to put me on a virtual med thing to have a neuro specialist from a nearby hospital examine me. It was p crazy, lolol. I got diagnosed with optical migraines and had to see a neurologist for years after that. I have regular migraines, too (thanks, mom) and general headaches. . .but the BP med they prescribed me p much fixed it all.

Also, vaping helps. A ton. When I have a bad headache or a migraine, I just load up my vape with mint juice and vape with my eyes closed and it relieves the pressure immediately. And since it's just water vapour and doesn't have a scent, I can do it indoors and p much anywhere I want. I love those old people that absolutely freak out when smoke blows near them and they pretend to cough and such from "inhaling smoke" when it's just pure water vapour. Nothing is in the smoke except water vapour because all the extra ingredients get inhaled. The only thing you exhale is water vapour. And then I absolutely LOVE those old people that are like SMOKING IS NOT HEALTHY FOR YOU, YOUNG MAN. Like, okay, Ethel, I'll, just, uh. . .never take a hot shower or bath again. . .never drink water again. . .never swim again. . .DEFINITELY never get in a hot tub again. . .

Oh my god, old people are fucking hilarious. EVEN MY MOM, A VERY RESERVED, CATHOLIC BABY BOOMER. . .UNDERSTOOD AFTER I EXPLAINED IT TO HER. She's not THRILLED by the fact I vape, but she understands so well that she even lets me vape in her room when we are watching Grey's Anatomy together. And she loves the slight melon-y scent that my current juice has. It's not a scent that lingers, of course, because, like I said, I smoke the 0% and the 0% has no smell; only taste. . .coz it's just pure flavoured water vapour. Nothing else. But it's a scent that you get a whiff of when I exhale the smoke. She loves it coz it's so nice and fruity.

And as someone with chronic bronchitis and asthma, this thing is great because I can never join my friends at hookah lounges coz the smoke irritates the hell out of my lungs and puts me into a coughing fit. But now I can go with them anyways and just stand outside vaping and still have a good time when my friends come out for breaks. Before, I just didn't go along because the smoke irritated my lungs and there was nothing to do just standing outside, so why bother? But now it's like "Yeah, I'll go, just don't smoke any hookah around me, please." My friends are all super respectful, though. Especially with weed. They know I physically and psychologically cannot be anywhere around weed or the smell of weed, otherwise it will make me have a schizo episode or put me in psychosis, so they always make sure to go outside and smoke when I am at their houses/apartments. My friends who smoke cigs do the same thing for me, coz they know cigarette smoke can give me asthma attacks.

I mean, we are all (mostly) Millennials, so OF COURSE we are all super respectful. That's just how my generation is. Millennials are all super nice, friendly, respectful, open-minded, accepting people. I haven't met a Millennial that isn't. So of course everyone is super respectful. And no one pushes drugs/weed on anyone, but will still be respectful enough to ask "Do you want a hit/pill?" and will share if you want to, but will be totally just as happy if you say no. No one leaves anyone out.

I am so proud to be a Millennial and I am so proud of my generation in general. My generation as a whole have grown into great people. Sure, we're not financially stable because of the older generations. Sure, we all do drugs or weed (responsibly). Sure, we all have mental issues. But we all work harder than any generation I know of and we are all fighting the good fight for equality and change. We are on the precipice of acceptance for everyone and everything and the only thing really holding us back is the older generations. So, really, I wouldn't rather be in any gen other than the one I am in. Baby Boomers and Millennials are the two major gens in the world right now. Everyone else is just kinda. . .lost. . .inbetween. No one really knows the names of gens other than Baby Boomers and Millennials. . .I think I've heard of Crystal Kids? Idk what gen that is. I think a gen before or after me. But no one really knows any gen other than us and the old people. And my gen gets so much shit from the older generation because they think we are still living in their day and age when we have progressed so much. They just don't want to see things change, which is so saddening as we literally NEED change to make progress. We get shit for being accepting and open-minded. Like, it should be the other way around. THEY should get shit for being bigoted and racist, but no. . .we're the ones who get shit because we love everyone and feel like everyone should be accepted as who they are. For some reason, that's a bad thing. And I will never understand it.

I could go on about that for hours. . .but I digress. Point is, I love being a Millennial and I am proud to be one.

I GUESS I should go jump on that schoolwork now. . .pffft. Animal Anatomy & Physiology, HERE I COME.




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