Is going to be. Amazing. First of all, I’m going to be visiting Rory and we haven’t gotten to hang out in foreverrrrr. I miss her. We’re gonna hang out for a few hours! <3 I really can’t wait to catch up with her. It feels like I haven’t seen her in a year. :< After that, around 3-ish, I’m going to meet my parents at the bank and we’re gonna go...
8 school days. 2 weeks. I am so excited for vacation. Seriously. I’m so sick of classes.
This is it! Two more weeks of classes and then three final exams. And then I’m free…. Finally. I’ll be able to enjoy over a month of vacation and catch up with friends. I cannot wait for this 6-week bliss… I’ve been studying my ass off and I can’t wait for the end of the semester! Have you ever felt so stressed, that you just can’t wait for the end of it?...
my attempts at poetry.
(had to do these for Creative Writing class) Tree I am wooden lightning, bursting upward from the earth. I stretch as far as I can, but gravity makes me know my place. My sparks shift in color as they descend to the ground. These physical shackles keep me from traveling, but I rebelliously sway in the wind, and spectate silently, as if the world was a beautiful stage. Light I am the knife...
yet another conversation in my head.
Me: There's only three weeks of school left! Yay!
Me: No, *not* "yay", more like "oh shit."
Me: Wait... Why?
Me: Do you realize how many assignments and studying you have to cram in the next few weeks? It's going to be academic hell.
Me: Stop being so negative.
Me: How can you not be negative when you know that 99% of your free time in the next month will be consumed by cramming for tests and writing tons of papers?
Me: I dunno. Have you *seen* how fast I can type? I could get all of those papers done in one sitting.
Me: Bitch you best be revisin' dem papers. You could get them done fast but that doesn't mean they won't result in you getting a Z+.
Me: I know that.
Me: Oh, and you have to go to a reading as well. For your creative writing class.
Me: SON OF A BITCH. I've been trying to figure out where to go, but no events are occurring around here.
Me: Ugh... Are you fucking joking? Go to YPI and have someone read something then. There's gotta be *someone* there who has literary work, or at least shitty emo poetry. Everyone's got shitty emo poetry.
Me: I guess you're right. I should probably go on Tuesday and ask.
Me: That, or go to a Starbucks and wait for some pretentious douche to get up and shout his literary work at people, and record the results in a word processor.
Me: Wait... As in bring my laptop *to* the reading and write notes?
Me: Derp. When you're in a cafe, having a laptop with you is fucking obligatory.
Me: True. Ugh. I feel so pressured now.
Me: Good. Maybe this'll motivate you and you can get all this stuff done early, so you don't have to worry about it being a last-minute 'oh-shit-I-totally-forgot-and-now-I-have-to-write-25-term-papers' ordeal.
Me: Let's see here... What do I have to do for classes?
Me: A film term paper, poems for writing class, a British Literature paper, going to a reading, and studying. Lots, and lots of studying. Study until your goddamn eyes fall out.
Me: Shit's hardcore.
Me: You can work your ass off now, and then reap the rewards of Christmas vacation, without worrying if you failed something or not--
Me: But I definitely know I failed film--
Me: Holy shit yeah, you *definitely* failed film.
Me: Which is sad, because I'm really enthusiastic about films.
Me: Well fuck that, man. Never take another film class again, and just analyze films by yourself on Netflix or some shit. Never ever take film again, especially if it's with that fucking psycho Kalinak.
Me: I know right? I asked for help and her response was, "Nope."
Me: Isn't that, like, fucking illegal?
Me: I dunno. I'm so sickened both by her and that class, that I'm not even going to bother reporting her to the dean. I'm so disgusted at this point that I just want the class to be over.
Me: I know... Just hang in there for a few more weeks. Then finals will roll around and you'll be free.
Me: Oh, that's right. Final exams. Joy.
Me: It's not a huge deal. Look at it this way: you do *not* have a final exam for Creative Writing! So you only have 3 finals instead of 4.
Me: So just finals for Spanish, British Literature, and Film?
Me: You got it.
Me: I really hope I pass film with at least a D. Failing a class, no matter how high the other grades are, will ruin my GPA.
Me: You have a 2.9 anyway. It's not like you're valedictorian.
Me: I know. But I want to have a GPA of 3.5 when I graduate and this film class is fucking up my chances of doing that.
Me: Then just keep trying. Never give up. Keep trying to do well in that class until the final second of the final exam. If you still fail then, you'll at least feel good knowing you gave it your all.
Me: Besides, the professor's a bitch anyway.
Me: I know right? Seriously... Grades people harshly and then doesn't bother to help the person improve.
Me: Such bullshit.
Me: She needs to either calm the fuck down, or retire.
Me: What time is it now?
Me: Awesome. I've still got tons of time to surf the interwebz. Class at 10!
Me: You don't think I know what time your classes start tomorrow? I *am* you, dipshit.
Me: Oh. Right.
Me: Herp derp.
Me: Keep checking the clock. Time goes by slower.
Me: If you're not looking forward to class, then skip.
Me: Are you retarded? You're on thin ice with this film class, which by the way is your first class of the day.
Me: What an awful start to an awful day: Monday.
Me: Oh c'mon, now. You have Creative Writing right after film. That'll make up for it!
Me: Oh, and Thanksgiving is next week! So just hang in for this week and next week will be another short break!
Me: Then I'll be able to work on my papers and study during the super long weekend!
Me: There we go! Now you've got things planned out!
Me: Yeah! I'm super pumped for tomorrow!
Me: Whoa, calm down. It's not like you're going to fucking Six Flags.
Me: I know, but I figure if I get super thrilled for a shitty day, then it'll go by faster!
Me: ...Or you could take that writing journal with you and write in it during boring classes.
Me: That too.
Me: Status report on your grades?
Me: Guesstimate: Creative Writing A+, British Lit B+, Spanish B-, Film... A fucking Q. I dunno. The lowest goddamn grade in existence.
Me: I love how you have all good grades in everything else, and then your GPA falls off a motherfucking cliff at the end.
Me: It's truly sad. And a bit ironic.
Me: How so?
Me: The class I don't need, I'm failing miserably. But the classes I *do* need, I'm doing very well in.
Me: That's less ironic and more awesome. You're doing well in the things you're required to do well in. So what if you're doing awful in an *elective* class? Just try to pass, and if you don't, it's not the end of the world. It's not like it was one of your general education requirements.
Me: That's definitely true. Oh shit... Speaking of which, I need to re-take one of my Gen-eds.
Me: Which one?
Me: Western Literature...
Me: Wait, didn't you pass that?
Me: With a C+.
Me: Then why do you have to take it over?
Me: Because a C is considered not good enough for that class
Me: That's... R-retarded.
Me: I know. Guess I have to get a B or higher.
Me: Go for an A+ this time around. Be like a shitty movie prequel and then a spec-fucking-tacular sequel. Kind of like the Harry Potter films.
Me: Good. Glad we had this talk.
Me: Hey psycho, it's only *you* here, thinking to *yourself*, and then proceeding to put it on Tumblr. Your goddamn thoughts.
Me: Well you get the point.
Me: No. Only psychos talk to themselves in their minds to this extent.
Me: Not really. I'm just stressed and trying to find a way to vent.
Me: Okay. Whatever you say, Shining.
Me: H-hey...! Actually, that's pretty funny.
Me: Just chill on Twitter for the night and then go to bed.
Me: Now I'm not so stressed! Yay!
Me: Yay, indeed.
Because some relatives go on here and they keep asking what I want. I made this list for my parents. :] PSP3000- Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep bundle Persona 3 Portable Phantasy Star Portable 2 Apple mighty mouse Stephen Hawking’s The Universe in a Nutshell $20 PSN card $25 Amazon gift card Yay :)
apple, we need to talk.
Look, there’s something I’ve gotta tell you. And before you say anything, remember that we’re in a public place; don’t cause a scene. I updated iTunes last night and decided to listen to some music. To my surprise, iTunes wasn’t working with Last FM anymore. So I looked online for help, and it turns out that there’s a possibility that you’re blocking me...
day 2- your least favorite song.
Hey Soul Sister- Train I’m sorry if that pisses you off, but hearing this song now pisses me off. It’s fucking everywhere, it’s in 200 commercials, the lyrics at first glance make no damn sense, and did I mention it’s fucking everywhere? You literally cannot escape the iron grip of this song. Every 3 feet it’s playing. And not faintly in the background either....
thinking. a lot.
Me, thinking to myself.
Me: Dude. All you do is go on Tumblr/Twitter/Facebook and play video games. Go outside
Me: But there's *nothing* to do outside
Me: Go for a walk
Me: I'll get shot
Me: In broad daylight?
Me: Then just hang out outside or something
Me: I go to the mall a lot. Does that count?
Me: Of course it does... There's *tons* of social interaction there, albeit it's interaction with a lot of Abercrombie tools, but it's interaction nonetheless. Plus, you can always go to the Apple store around 12PM and that cute guy will be working his shift
Me: The fact that you know a stranger's work schedule is fucking creepy
Me: Dude. He's adorable
Me: So? That makes you look like a level 9 creeper.
Me: *sigh* But... But he has such a cute beard and his smile makes my day
Me: Then ask him out.
Me: But he's not gay--
Me: Dude, he likes Apple products. He's got to be gay.
Me: That's stereotyping
Me: It's not stereotyping if it's true
Me: But it's more than likely not true. So yeah, it's stereotyping
Me: Tell me one guy who's obsessed with Apple who isn't the CEO of GayCo and I'll admit I'm wrong.
Me: Fine. I guess you're right.
Me: Damn straight I'm right. Ask him out
Me: Quit being a pussy. You've dated tons of guys. Why aren't you used to this process by now?
Me: I just always approach it with cautious optimism.
Me: There's a difference between being cautiously optimistic and lacking confidence in yourself.
Me: Fine. I'll become friends with him or something and see where it goes.
Me: Whoawait. Hey, you don't just walk up to people and ask "Can you be my friend?" That's retarded.
Me: I know that. I dunno what to do.
Me: Well you should by now. It's not like you're new to dating. You should have some confidence by now.
Me: Anyway... What was I thinking about again?
Me: Oh right. I should probably post this on my Tumblr.
Me: That's the spirit.
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day 1 - your favorite song.
I Am Made of Chalk- Crystal Castles
Day 01 - Your favorite song Day 02 - Your least favorite song Day 03 - A song that makes you happy Day 04 - A song that makes you sad Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone Day 06 - A song that reminds of you of somewhere Day 07 - A song that reminds you of a certain event Day 08 - A song that you know all the words to Day 09 - A song that you can dance to Day 10 - A song that makes you fall...
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just noticed something.
I have a ton of plushies. I listen to JPop. My favorite show is Gossip Girl. I like collecting bracelets and shutter shades. …I have the same interests as a 12 year-old girl. Good thing the fact that I don’t act girly makes up for it.
Today, I went to the mall with my mom because I felt like it. Little did I know that it’d result in so much material gain. lul. [ YOU HAVE DEFEATED: MALL !] 528 EXP [ GAINED THE FOLLOWING ITEMS ] -Plaid tweed shoes -‘Stay Positive’ bracelet -‘To Write Love On Her Arms’ bracelet -4 cans of Rockstar -5 mini air-fresheners -1 sweatshirt -1 Tote bag [for...
How I Came Out to My Dad
lgbtlaughs: Dad: Why don’t you ever bring guys home? Me: Because I’m a lesbian. Dad: Why don’t you ever bring good-looking girls home? (Submitted by Kay)