Forever Young.

The real world is JUST like high school. You have the popular crowd, the various groups everyone hates, and then you have the invisible people who wander around. No one knows they’re there, and no one cares to find out.

I think it’s time to accept the fact that my place in life is with those invisible people. Just like in high school, nobody seems to know or care I exist besides my own family. I don’t know how many Friday and Saturday nights I spent at home in high school, even when my “friends” would be going out together as a group. Usually I’m out on Friday with a trivia team (who STILL leave me out to go do other things, I’m just learning), but my life for the most part is still the same.

My only question is: did they simply forget about me, or did they intentionally not include me? 

I’m so sick and tired of being “invisible girl”. In high school, at least I had the idea that when I left home and ventured out to college, everything would be different. I would be a social butterfly, comfortable and enjoyable at parties and turning down dates left, right and center. It really wasn’t; in fact, I didn’t make that many friends in college. As for boyfriends? Nope! I coulddddd have dated my roommate’s ex-boyfriend (He liked me), but I couldn’t do it because it broke some serious girl-code rules and because he didn’t believe in God. 

Now, what do I have? Sure, I have a job, an apartment and a car. Cool. That’s what I WORKED for, but why am I still not happy? It’s because I feel like despite my successes professionally, I’m still on the sidelines watching everyone live their lives and I can’t even get mine started. God  knows I’ve TRIED. I’ve gone beyond my comfort level by going to social events that I’ve felt suffocated in (I pretend I’m okay, but I’m actually pretty terrible in crowds) but it’s not enough. I could rely on the age-old excuse of my weight, but it’s not the whole issue. 

No matter WHAT changes I’ve made to my life, I can’t seem to get it started. At this rate, I’ll be 30 and stuck in the same damn place in my life. I honestly think I’m going nowhere in my personal life.

All I know is that I’m tired of being Invisible Girl and I wish someone would realize that I’m not invisible, that I DO exist and have feelings and a name (Sarah, not…well, any of the other names I’ve been called by co-workers I’ve worked with for two years now).

Before you express your concern (if you even read this), I’m not suicidal or anything like that. This is literally THE only place I can express my stream-of-conscious thoughts. This has just been on my mind since last night and I’m pretty afraid that if I don’t get my emotions out before I see these bitches on Wednesday, I’ll have verbal diarrhea and say things I don’t want said.

It’s official.

At 24, I have finally realized that I will NEVER fit in and I will always be on the outside, looking in.

Fantastic.

That is all!

By the way, I’ll eventually be cool with being a spinster with cats for the rest of my life. #singlegirlprobs 

I’m the new StuCo sponsor at the high school I teach at!! :)

I will be sponsoring three clubs now, but I don’t care. I can handle it. I have wanted to sponsor StuCo since I was IN StuCo in high school.

It’s time to wigalo, y’all. I’m so ridiculously excited!!!!!!!

I’m absolutely heartbroken. He may not have been my biological father, but he helped raise me and took me under his wing when my dad died. In every sense of the definition, he WAS my father.

So, to me, it’s like I lost my dad all over again.

Do you know how TIRED I am of losing people I love?

averypotterurl:

neildegrassetyson:

Who is the most attractive US president of all time?

It’s not the gorgeous Barack Obama or the zesty Bill Clinton or the tragically beautiful John F. Kennedy or either of the Roosevelts or even Baberaham Lincoln 

THAT’S RIGHT FRIENDS

IT’S RUTHERFORD B. HAYES

#MORE LIKE RUTHERFORD B. HEEEEEEYYYYYYY HOW /YOU/ DOIN’

(via beingthinisnotasin)

• My job is amazing, but it’s also taught me that some people shouldn’t allowed to procreate.
  
  
• I really need to learn to be interested in guys in my own league. And single ones, at that (it’s not like I KNOW automatically if they have a girlfriend, sheesh)
  
  
• The Beatles never cease to amaze me. Nor their individual members.
  
  
• No seriously, my wedding entrance will not be the traditional wedding march but instead, “Here Comes the Sun”. Boom, son. (no pun intended)
  
  
• Is it weird that I’ve started thinking about my wedding? I guess it’s because I’m 24 now (and therefore, approaching my mid-twenties, which was always an age range I was okay with getting married in)
  
  
• Maybe I’ll have a wedding without the guy….just by myself, committing to myself, and a celebration of the commitment to myself and being awesome. Except with wedding cake, but that ish is delicious.
  
  
• I am legit worried about how my kids will do on the EOC/STAAR this year. While I feel like I did a better job teaching this year, I don’t think the kids actually listened. Nonetheless, my kiddos need prayers for their tests this week …including the World Geo one tomorrow! <3

longhornhumor:

Of course, we all know there are more than 50 Reasons Why Being a Longhorn is AWESOME, but this is a damn good start. So, crank up your speakers and play The Eyes of Texas before you scroll down.

50. Because we live in Austin, Texas

49. Because the 40 Acres is a beautiful campus

You know hell has frozen over when your once “fellow clean” friend is giving you sex tips.

Not like I need ‘em anyway, but thanks? 

Welp, I’m now the only one I know in my age group that is still “clean”. I’m okay with that because it’s MY choice. I made that choice for myself at 12 and it’s something that I truly hold dear. It’s one of those things that I WILL NOT bend on, no matter what. I guess it’d be more difficult if I were actually dating, but it’s VERY easy for me now because….well, let’s just put it this way: the 24-year-old men I know are only out for one thing and not “giving in” not only protects you from STDs and creepy stuff (i.e.; toddlers) but it also protects you from being involved with people whose intentions are not good (and not aligned with MY intentions).  I’m only “smdh-ing” (shaking my damn head) because it really is a good choice in my opinion and I wished everyone else would realize it too! Or, at least, respect the fact that this is a choice I’ve made for myself and stop trying to talk me out of it. As if it’d work, but nice try?

Ah well. I’ll sit here, being all (HAPPILY) virgin-y and giving my friends the lecture on using condoms AND birth control because one does not prevent the other. 

But really, I’m not a pariah because I’m a virgin and my friends need to stop treating as if I’m “poor innocent Sarah” because of it. I CHOSE this for myself, so leave me alooonnneee. Also, there’s an entire reality show on this! Ooh, maybe not the best example (most of those people are 35-year-olds living in their parents’ basements and are not virgins by choice, but merely because they haven’t, in their own words, “gotten laid”—ewww), but you get my point. I chose this, so stop wasting your time on lecturing me on how to “get a guy.” When I “get a guy”, I will also have a “marriage license” and a “wedding ring” in my possession, kaythanks.