eating grapes with cheese and crackers in my pajamas for breakfast at 2pm while i wait for the shower to steam-iron my cocktail dress for tonight. ugh i’m so damn fancy i can’t even stand it.
fat letters for cmu just got sent out (judging by the fact that my carnegie mellon tracked tag is exploding as of late) and it’s making me reminisce about where i was 4 years ago. i keep getting stressed out by the fact that i have to make huge decisions in the next year that will affect everything, but i made a good one 4 years ago around this time so apparently i’m somewhat reliable...
one of my biggest pet peeves is when strangers in DS assume that i have enough time to meet up with them personally so they can drop off money/dvds/tshirts that they were too busy to pick up at the times we specifically set aside for that purpose. i usually try to be accommodating by telling them that i’ll be in the library til this time, or in the uc til that time and they can find me...
So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know...– Stephen Chbosky
scott brought wendy’s to checkpoint last night since he knew i would be hungry after being busy all evening. then he gave me a ride home and slept over and bought a box of poptarts so we could have them in the morning for breakfast (since there’s no food in my apt currently.) we cuddled lots and he gave me a 20-minute long backrub because he said i deserved it after a stressful...
wellalright: why are people upset that rue was black when the real tragedy was peeta turning out to be a short rectangle with a literally square head.
just made an appointment at CAPS and apparently my doctor’s name is john green (like the author)………..okay. what even is my liiiiife. or actually what even is his life, because that must be pretty annoying.
sleepy and grumpy and sneezy right now. 3/7 dwarfs ain’t bad. but seriously sick of this semester and everything and i just want to sleep and hide away in my room forever. i need to get out of this rut because i seriously think i’m irritating everyone around me and everyone around me is certainly irritating me. ugh. guilty guilty guiltyyy and feeling insufficient. with that,...
Greek sing is over
racheocity: I need a break from it now, so people should stop spending all day today talking about it. So much this.
good: sun, easy mac, sisters who bring me coffee, peeling glue off of my hands after making glitter stars. bad: dirty flip-flop feet, sneaky bugs, pre-show anxiety.
ihopericksantorum: I hope Rick Santorum wants to ask someone to the Yule ball, but they’re already going with Cedric Digory.
I think love is kind of like those waves out there,” she said. “You ride one in...– Erica Bauermeister, Joy For Beginners