That’s cool, just one up me.
Kidding, but I was mostly referring to the “personality type” most people decide to label others as. My “pop punk” friend, you know, the ones obsessed with labels, told me I was apparently vintage because I liked musicals, not even Broadway specifically.
You’d think they’d learn to label correctly. Musicals are a huge fucking market, and definitely something I’d consider if I could sing a note. New musicals are being created all the time. Phantom’s pretty okay - kinda overrated- but at least it kept you distracted from the shit storm.
Phantom of the Opera, actually. Netflix is so overrated, I’m going for the hipster vintage things this year.
Wow. Awesome. Phantom of the Opera is revived so many times it’s hardly vintage, but awesome. Vintage musicals are, I don’t know… Showboat, Parade… that kinda stuff. My mom was big on musicals.
Well see, I can’t exactly say that. My family didn’t stick by me through anything. The only reason I never knew that kid is because my parents and my brother never actually let me see him. I’m working on mending that, though. For a long while, it pissed me off enough to not make any of that shit worth it, you know?
It’s not really any of my business what people do to express their anger or distaste or whatever. I just think that’s all sorts of stupid— but, I don’t think shit should escalade and stuff, either. I dunno. I just hate drama. It makes life ten times harder than it already seems to be.
But now you’re in the opportunity to earn it all back, so that can’t suck too badly. Just keep going and things’ll be back to better before you know it, I bet.
It’s not particularly my business either but when they’re damaging other people then they need to get their shit together. Big time. Who knew college was so much like high school?
What kind of doritos?
Spicy, of course. They’re like the Queen of tortilla chips.
Neither did I, but I did a relatively similar thing, so I can’t blame you there.
It’s really important to me, considering it took me a long time to even get back on good graces with some of them. I missed the first two years of his life, so, I’m making up for it now. That’s— fucked up… What in the hell?
That makes me so much more glad that I’m out of those stupid fucking dorms.
And that’s understandable. I’ve done some dumb stuff but, at the end of the day, my family are the only people I can count on to stand by me. I’m determined not to mess that up.
You have no idea. All we hear about is how they don’t get on and so on until, eventually, one of them acts like a hormonal twelve year-old and pulls a lame-ass prank. It wasn’t even original and it was just damn low. Even for them.
No, no sarcasm. I’m actually really excited to hang out with the kid and all that good shit. Thanks, though. It seems like I’ve been avoiding some pretty intense drama being away from there.
He’s family, I guess - and that’s important, to me at least. It’s just crap. Literally. Some girls thought it’d be funny to deface their roommate’s walls and take all their furniture and shit onto the roof because they thought she talked too much. Bitches.
I’m gonna have a great time here. My nephew is two years old. He’s a fucking hoot.
I’m… maybe that’s sarcasm? Okay. I don’t know. Either way, you got out of this shit-storm and this hell hole. Congrats.
How come you moved out?
Because the dorms suck? No, I’ve been on probation for the last couple of years and I just wanted to be where I could do what I want without having to worry about rules and RA’s and shit like that.
Sounds fun. I bet you’ll have a better time there. There’s definitely a sense of freedom.
I didn’t know pranks and drama up to this level continued past high school, but… yeah. Anyway, I’m glad that I locked myself in my dorm with Doritos whilst this was all going on. Try not to steal your roomies furniture everyone, and have a good weekend.