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.
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. :)
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)
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.