November 2010
“You know my build.
You know my size.
The degree to which my eyes
are...”
– Gemini (Birthday Song), Why?
AFTER WHAT FEELS LIKE AN ETERNITY
I AM DONE MY AMERICAN LIT ESSAY. I INSIST ON USING CAPSLOCK TO COMMUNICATE MY HAPPINESS. SUCK IT, AMERICAN LITERATURE CLASS.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to...”
– Robert Frost
:(
RIP Leslie Nielsen.
HEY NEIGHBOURS
STOP BEING DICKS. Thanks.
“You’re drinking beer. In the air. It’s like drinking on a plane only...”
– My best drunk roommate, on kegstands.
Tonight, I am:
eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch
drinking cheap wine
writing a paper for my American Literature class
University life is the best. :)
I like
first dates. They seem like a win-win most of the time: if you have a horrible time, you have a good story to tell…and if you have a good time, well, you have a good time. :)
Having said that, I have a date-type outing in roughly 12 hours. I am too nervous to sleep and I have to force myself from texting him and canceling. Auuuugh, nerves.
“We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t...”
– John Waters (via bookshelfporn)
Essays
I’m terrible at not procrastinating. Only 1000 more words to write. :|
My apartment is one thousand degrees hotter than it should be, we still don’t have our mail key despite living here two-plus months, and it seems that our freezer is broken. What is happening!? /complaining
“This fumble has become biblical.”
IT'S ALMOST HERE
HARRY POTTER PREP BEGINS NOW IN MY HOUSE.
