In college, we don’t say “I love you”, we say “I have 5 essays, two finals, and 3 group projects due in the next 8 days” which translates to “I would like to be crushed by a train” and I think that’s pretty cool.
NOT ANYMORE BECAUSE SPRING SEMESTER IS OVER AND I’M NOT TAKING SUMMER SEMESTER THIS YEAR AND THAT MEANS I CAN ACTUALLY SORT OF HAVE A LIFE EVEN THOUGH I’M WORKING TWO JOBS! Yay.
What is it with people and not keeping their promises?
- Your real name:
- Your detective name (favourite colour and favourite animal):
Green Whale Shark
- Your soap opera name (middle name and street you live on):
Van Oakledge Road (wut…do not have middle name)
- Your Star Wars name (first three letters of last name, first two of middle)
- Superhero name (color of your shirt, first item to your immediate left):
- Goth name (black and one of your pets):
Ahhh! Oh Tumblr, how I have missed you!
Not really. I’m just waiting on a phone call from a certain hot man who just happens to need to be in my bed. And therefore tumblr was necessary. For reasons.
I do not want to be going to university. I feel like I never gave myself time to adjust to all of the changes I was going through and all of the culture shock I knew I was going to experience. I rushed into it and, though I will never want to go to school for anything different, I feel like I need a break.
Next semester I’ll be taking two classes at the most, to ensure that I don’t get lazy or out of the habit of studying, but to give myself a slower pace, to let myself get more used to what my life is right now.
Lame, but I need it.
I only attract freaks and stalkers who belong in prison.
You know…when he says “I love…I love…I love you.” I always lol. That part makes him sound soooooooo ridiculous. Ruins the mood entirely.
IF I’M FOLLOWING YOU THEN I’M GOING TO SEE THE POST REGARDLESS OF IF YOU SHOVE IT IN MY FACE OR NOT. STAHP.
I don’t want to have other people’s junk hanging at the top of my dashboard. What you think important isn’t what I think is important. STAHP.