April 2012
danza kuduro—don omar feat. lucenzo
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lucky.
never in my life have i felt more genuinely cared about than the last four months. it’s a strange feeling, to be appreciated. i feel like the general reaction to being treated nicely is to do nothing. to take it for granted. we don’t always realize when someone truly cares for us when we are caught up in our own thoughts and actions. six months ago, i made a decision to stop beating...
why
why does it have to be about having the newest and the best and the prettiest anything? when did we lose appreciation for the simple act of living? maybe i’m just young and naive, but i’m not excited for the things i’m going to be able to have when i’m older. my motivation for living isn’t working so i can buy stuff, it’s the excitement i get from thinking about...
65.85
number of miles i’ve run so far this month. i haven’t run since last friday, but if i run five miles every day until the end of the month i’ll have run 100 miles in april. i’ve been trying to reach 100 miles in a month since february. i’m probably going to regret even talking about this because now i’m officially accountable.
oh well, summer starts friday,...
i don't even know what i do on facebook for so...
i’m more interested in myself than i am in every one of my friends combined. brb, taping a mirror to my screen and making faces at myself until thursday.
she doesn’t mind—sean paul
sorry...
wobble—v.i.c.
this one too.
when grant and...
ayy ladies—travis porter feat. tyga
you...
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on my long drive south last night
i decided to put pandora on “quick mix” mode (which i discovered while on the drive), meaning that the lion king soundtrack was about to meet up with t.i., some country, and the spice girls. everyone’s perfect solo road trip mix, amirite?
anywho, the broadway version of “something there” from beauty and the beast came on. obviously i began singing along, using my...
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useless fact#: ?
i’ve had a pair of toms since 2009 and i’ve never worn them anywhere but in front of my mirror, shaking my head, no, no, these look ridiculous. put on some fucking flip flops already.
whatever, i’m getting cheese fries.
i cannot wait for summer
i can’t wait for long runs outside that don’t leave me looking over my shoulder every 20 feet. i can’t wait for lazy mornings and breakfast in bed if i feel like it. i can’t wait to ride bikes to dinner. i need breezy nights on the roof, golf cart rides through the neighborhood, to roll down a few hills under the stars. i want to finish a stack of books before summer...
new plan for the paper
i’m exhausted. i’ve been working on this paper on and off all day. it’s not even 12:30, i know this. i had an unbelievably tiring weekend, it was worth it. i’m going to sleep, leaving about a page and a half left to be written. i have to find a journal article to use as a source, but JSTOR is pretty rockin’ at that so i don’t think i have much to worry about....
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for today being
a monday
the first full day away from grant (aka always the hardest)
the day i have to write an entire paper i know nothing on
the first day of the last week of classes
it’s been a really good, stress-free day. of course the last weeks of classes are the weeks when i have the least amount of stress all semester.
next 2 weeks:
today—finish bleak house paper
thursday—autoethnography for lit class due
monday—british literature final/american lit paper due
thursday—intro to sociology final
friday—social problems final/HOME FOR THE SUMMER
why does everything have to be so spread out? why do exams last so long? why can’t i take them all on monday and get the hell out of here?
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just pressed my face up to the microwave glass...
definitely waking up with a deformity tomorrow…
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currently
writing an 8-10 page paper on a 1,000 page book i didn’t read. and i can honestly say i’m not stressed out about it at all.
thank the lawd, cause i stressed enough about it all weekend.
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17 days until my 21st birthday...
remember when i turned 18?
i still have dirt in my nose
we woke up at 6:30 after a long night of drinking. i put on my cut up auburn shirt i’d bought the day before, pulled on my shorts, and went into the bathroom with my straightener and a curling iron. i straightened, curled, and put my hat on. i slipped on my brand new boots and walked out into the hallway, ready for rodeo. after an ordeal over seating in the car, we went to chick-fil-a for...
“yo, we said meet at 8. that means breakfast at 7:45.”
– it’s nice to know that some frat boys know the meaning of time management.
roommate conversations
geena: you know what we should get? a rocking chair.
me: rocking chairs freak me out.
geena: why?
me: they remind me of old people.
geena: old people freak you out?
me: well, they remind me of dead people.
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“no sorry santorum you have to carry your dead presidential campaign to full term”
– kindymaling (via drinkyourjuice)
