Tuesday, January 29, 2002

yeah. im trying to kill time. thinking of what to do online. apparently it only takes one break. and i have nothing else to do.



wait. i remember now. ill be back.

Thursday, January 24, 2002

well yeah. things change. but a lot dont. i crossed over. i cant say that im a different person. i cant say im the same either. im labeled now. no matter how much i like it or hate it. im a marked girl. now in the eyes of those around me, i will permanently be set in a stereotype. you know the one. party girl. slut. shallow. ditsy. superficial. free. uninhibited.

now for those who know me. tell me if i even slightly fit in one of those categories. nope. complete opposite. not even close. but every time i wear my letters. every time i even mention that im a sorority girl... BAM! stereotype. its not gonna matter anymore what kind of content i have. its not gonna matter how my personality is. my grades wont matter. my actions wont matter. the only thing that will matter is my label.

and its such a contradiction because i wear the letters because im proud of what i accomplished. i wear those letters with pride. but to see the look on peoples' faces when they see me with my label.... i just want to scream at them because they dont understand. they dont even try. and i want to tell them. but i wouldnt be able to explain. and they wont listen anyway. so whats the point.