That awkward moment when you can’t tell if the dark splotches on your legs are either bruises, shadows, or charcoal/graphite/pastel smudges.
It was a messy day.
It was a messy day.
I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING
And by that, I mean they read a few lines out loud, look up at one another and go, “…WOW,” before reading some more.
Guys, I appreciate your awe, it’s a crazy book, but you need to pull out something a LITTLE deeper than that in order to call it a Bible study.
Seriously, it’s uncanny.
Puking out my philosophy essay final and it’s making absolutely zero sense, AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I HAVE THINGS DUE TOMORROW THAT I NEED TO FINISH.
GET IT TOGETHER ADOBE.
Practice practice practice oh God, I’m nervous my singing voice sounds so strange by itself D8
First up: “I Don’t Want To Be A Bride” by Vanessa Carlton
Alternate: ”The Show” by Lenka
Roommate, please don’t tell me you’re going to third base with your boyfriend WHILE I’M STILL IN THE ROOM PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
Guess whose school unblocked Tumblr?
Guess whose thrilled?
Like these are even hard questions.
Oh God, and don’t have the “I could totally find someone else if I wanted to” conversation. Just don’t. For MY sake at least. Don’t do it. Stop.
Dear roommate,
Contrary to what you might think, baby talk is not a cute way to speak to your boyfriend, so if you would kindly cut it out, it would be greatly appreciated by all parties directly and indirectly involved. Seriously.
Love,
Me
STOP
MESSING
WITH
THE THERMOSTAT.
I’d like to not die of heat stroke in my own room while it’s 50 degrees outside.
The very first paragraph of my philosophy reading is Descartes confessing to his procrastination of writing these meditations.
I love it already.
Mais j’ai beaucoup les devoirs français…rawr. C’est trop fort!
