give me a good
book to read?
Pure Sunshine, it's my favourite (:
Well I'm realllllly glad
that Ikea convinently forgot to include the bottoms to my dresser drawers. Now I have a half built dresser with half built drawers strewn across my room.
Dear Chatham University,
Why the FUCK don’t you have a lacrosse team?
Mm, gotta love traveling. I’ve got my book to read and my bags packed all ready to go. Wont be back til Sunday night or maybe Monday. It’s gonna be quite an adventure since it’ll be just my mother and I.
Hopefully it will turn out good. Maybe reading my book. Then sleeeeeeeep.
tomorrow. I hate how I’ve been there so frequently recently, but I haven’t been able to stop by and see Marshall. Maybe I can figure a way to tomorrow if we stay down there and go to Pennsylvania the next day. Hmm.. decisions decisions.
stitches. Thank goodness. Now I don’t look like I have fourteen black chin hairs.
Dresser set. Just finished putting one together with my mother and saving the other for tomorrow. About to go start makin’ some mac for my father and I. Mmm
I don’t like long reblogs.
Reblog if you want a hug right now.
I'm in such a rut,
music wise. It would honestly make my life if someone made me a cd with a bunch of tracks, any genera, that I can listen to. I’m sick of my limited choices on my iPod, and I have no way of updating it until I have a computer of my own, which may be next month, or maybe even next year. I just need something I can pop in and play. You can drop it off at my door or mail it to me or something,...
is just something that I cannot do. I can’t handle it. It doesn’t have a point and is completely unnecessary. It’s hard enough to keep things straight as it is, why would you want to fabricate parts of your life as well? It’s ridiculous and makes me sick to my stomach.
I wish I could just come out and say it.
But I know I can’t.
kris-schouten: laurynebe: I have the most horrible senior id picture ever. i dunno.. i have some pretty bad photos, my school id is horrible.. i just wanna burn it lol Haha aww, that’s why I barely ever take pictures of myself, I always look like a goof! haha id pictures are the worst though, they always make you tilt your head in awkward positions and make you sit facing the camera on...
I have the most horrible senior id picture ever.
than what meets the eye.
Doing what I haven't done in a while.
My art. It’s long overdue. I just might start posting it if I like it enough.
I really hope no one takes that as me being a whiny bitch by any means. A lot worse things could have and have happened to me, but this one just broke the bank, and I’m not sure why.
Worst day of my life ever. I honestly can’t compare. I had a literal mental break down. Starting with the bitch taking my mug shot to my complete class devastation. Then on to the misleading counselor that could give a fuck less about her job or her students and how she is fucking over their futures that they wish to make hopeful. Don’t forget my lack of emotion that suddenly sprung...
Why I do this to myself
is beyond me. I have three hours, maybe four, until I have to wake up. Cool. I would be excited.. if I had the energy.
I just typed out this super long post, and when I went to post it, it said tumblr was going under matinence. Alright no big deal, hit back ctrl+a, ctrl+c, and wait. Welll I opened a new tab for my mother to use her email and I told her, please do not close out of the window or turn the computer off, I’m going to take a shower. She complied and said that she promises she wont this time and...
are going off. I’m glad I got home when I did.
txtsfrmlstnght: (941): you’re like the Neil Armstrong of terrible hookups, you are a pioneer
I had this one dream where I was in my bed and my mother called for me in the kitchen, so I shot up out of bed, ran to the kitchen smack into the refridgerator door my father was beginning to open, and with a confused look said “Where’s mom?” He replied with “She’s sleeping.”
Know those dreams..
Where you’re dreaming and you wake up in the dream and you look at the clock and you are like “oh shit” because you’re late for an appointment or something important, and then you wake up and you look at the clock in panic because you really do think you are late? Had two of those this morning, and they both felt sooo real, I thought I was going nuts both times. The first...
doodlebook: Ween. Ocean Man.
I don’t like reblogging.
I am really bad at flirting.
I may just have to purchase this book.