Who Are WE? We're PR3!

This is my monologue.  I don’t even know where to begins so I’m gonna break out the freewrites from the past few weeks.  I like doing my hair.  It’s been growing out now but I’m just too lazy to get a haircut.  Actually I wanted to grow it out, I’m inspired to grow out Dumbo’s hair from Poreotics and then dye it blue.  Besides my hair, I like how easily I adapt to stuff.  Tight situations, new happenings, you know, I just adapt to them easier.  I’m determined to reach my goals and I like proving my worth to others, and myself.  I don’t like my attitude sometimes, it’s annoying.  I have a short fuse and I get selfish sometimes.  I like going to church and playing volleyball and taking photos.  And dance, I dance a lot.  I need a job, like really bad.  I’ve been selling all my sneakers for extra spending money.  FAFSA should send me a freaking check already.  And where the hell is my TAP?!  I need that money, seriously.  But yeah, I need a job though so I don’t have to sell any more of my sneakers.  I look up to my sister and my father.  He’s hella inspirational.  The way he cares for me and sister and love the family, I respect that.  I think that’s where I get my optimism from.  My sister knows me better than I know myself, she should write this shit for me.  But yeah, she cares a lot for me too.  She always talk to me about life and unexpectedly buy me things I like, she always know what I like.  I’m afraid of a lot of things.  After watching Let Me In, dark alleys creep me the hell out.  I’m afraid of failing too, it’s just hard to accept.  Like I’m afraid I disappoint people and break promises and stuff.  People have such high expectations of me so I’m afraid of letting them down.  I’m always happy, it’s like I live in Hakuna Matata, you know from Lion King?  It means no worries for the rest of your days, yeah that’s how I live by.  No stress, no worries, always happy.  And hungry, I’m always hungry.  I am happy with making others happy.  If I can make someone else smile, I feel accomplished.  I’m happy with accomplishment too, so it’s a double-win.  Things like finishing a puzzle or solving a hard math equation, I’m happy with the results.  Values are important to me.    My values are like respect, education, and bliss.  My education means better future right?  And living happy is living life.  Worrying is like sitting on a rocking chair, it doesn’t go anywhere but it gives you something to do.  Baruch is hella different than Bronx Science.  I gotta actually do work and pull my own weight.  More parties though, a whole lot more parties.  And the clubs and orgs are pretty cool, especially my Reign Supreme dance crew!  I feel guilty when I’m out with friends and I’m like “Oh yeah, I’m studying” or something to my parents.  That’s messed up.  I don’t do it anymore though, I just tell them that I won’t be home for a while, which is true.  I just realized this monologue has absolutely no transitions from ideas to ideas, it’s just mashing all my freewrites together.  It’s so bad, jeez.  But yeah, college is alright.  I would prefer to go to a dorming school though, commuting makes it feel like high school all over again.  But in college, I gotta manage my time better.  And meet new people.  People might not know this but I consider myself a bit of a loner.  I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack.  After I joined the dance crew, I knew they were one of my own.  And my wolf pack, it grew by ten.  There were eleven of us in the wolf pack (like Ocean’s Eleven, haha), I was alone first in the pack, and then my crew mates joined in later.  I like Baruch so far though, hella freedom.  I like going around the campus, but spent hella money on food for lunch each day, damn.  Midterms now though, and that sucks.  That math exam yesterday was really hard.  I hope I got at least a 80 on it.  And this Sociology quiz, FUCK.  I have to put this away now and take this quiz.  Okay, I just finished the quiz, I think I did well.  I better do well, shoot.  I want at least a 3.5 this semester.  I made a wager with Riley that if I do, she’ll get me anything I want.  She’s hella nice to me too, she tutored me for that math exam yesterday.  And I need at least a 3.5 if I want to transfer anyway.  Yeah, sorry Baruch I don’t want to stay here.  Maybe Binghamton or Stony Brook or Buffalo.