December 2009
20 posts
fucking pro/con lists.
there you go again, pointing out what i didn’t want to believe.
playing a game with my grandma on christmas..
she had to act out “something at a circus.” god knows why she chose “tightrope walker” because she had one too many martinis and to me it looked like she was failing a d.w.i. test.
current favorite song, also the main reason i am...
i think someone should just tell me what this all...
because i’m smart, but not that smart.
drinking. on a school night. during finals.
helloooooo college.
you can't just ask someone for advice and then...
my sister was supposed to be the “smart one” but due to recent events, it sure looks like i have taken her place.
if they send a whirlwind, i’ll hug it like a...
[living in a lonely world.]
the good parts about living in a small town:
1. Since there is never anything to do, creativity is essential to avoid a state of perpetual boredom.
2. You have close bonds with people because you went to school with them from kindergarten to high school.
3. Fears of being eaten by a bear are greater than the fear of being gangbanged.
4. You’re always close to nature, and there...
boys.
he said: what are you wearing?!
i said: uh, they're leggings.
he said: but i can see your vagina! are you sure they're pants?
i said: shutup.
he said: put on some fucking pants!
then i walked away, and two minutes later got a text.
he said: your ass looks unreal.
i said: yeah, probably cause i'm not wearing pants.
my roommate.
my roommate: so this boy asked me to study with him for our test coming up.
me: oh, sweet.
my roommate: and the he said we could play 'guess or undress.'
me: hahaha! that's clever.
my roommate: yeah, kinda strange though. then he said 'i can't wait for our make out, i mean, study session later.'
me: ohhhh god, the last thing you need is another 'study partner.'
my rooommate: but he's kinda cute. and he's a marine. and he's 24. he could get us alcohol!
me: am i the only one who actually studies with boys?
this is pretty damn wonderful. thanks mr. beckett...
my essay has become an autobiographical mess.
what the fuck, i’m supposed to be good at this!
i wore khaki pants today, so naturally 'sadie... →
my little sister wrote a poem about me.
She has a lot of good advice She always knows what to say She’s always there for me Though she’s two hours away She’s really into The Beatles She owns a lot of eighties movies. She wants to date John Cusack Or was it Zach Braff? She updates me on Obama She’s always quoting Kurt Vonnegut She always makes a gopher face She’s been meaning to learn how to play bass
I get sad when...
i believe that if you want something bad enough,...
and i think everything in my life is proof.