February 2012
I am now 22. And it feels weird. When I was half this age, I thought I’d have my life figured out by now. Except I don’t at all. And I still look like I’m 16.
But that’s okay. Because I get two cakes tomorrow, Hu Hot, friends, and fuuunnnnn.
Going home for the weekend/my birthday tomorrow. I swear to god if this weekend is another repeat of the last two, it is not going to be pretty.
Never have I been more excited to move home in my entire life. I can’t wait to be able to see my best friends whenever I want.
Wooo I’m so glad I came home for the weekend to sit and watch my friends play video games all weekend while I sit here all weekend on my laptop all weekend and stare into space even though that’s all I do when I’m in Milwaukee anyways. And this is the second weekend in a row this has happened.
Awesome. Starting to think it’s not worth it for me to put the effort into...
January 2012
My phone autocorrects “cunt” to “Cynthia”.
I don’t know Cynthia… but apparently she’s a cunt.
I feel as though one is not allowed to complain about something all the time if they’re not willing to fix it themselves.
No ambition = no progress. Simple. It’s not rocket science.
Weighed myself yesterday because I’m busy with class all the time and don’t have time to make an actual meal (instead I eat like applesauce and fruit and quick stuff) and was curious as to how big of a fatass I’m not when I’m at school. Lost like 6 pounds. Bahaha. Just goes to show how much shit I eat when I’m at home and how much walking I don’t do when...
Hmm, how interesting. The extreme lengths people will go sometimes. I tell ya. Grow up.
tobenaked:
We kiss in our sleep a lot
Somehow our lips find each other, Collide into each other,
In the dark
Liberal-Antics: Look, vegetarian/vegan friends and... →
liberal-antics:
I’m not going to become a vegetarian/vegan. I love meat. I love dairy. I love eggs (do eggs fall into “dairy?”) I think it’s wonderful that you’ve made a life choice that is right for you. That’s great! However, trying to convert me is not going to work.
Do I love animals? Yes. I think cows and…
Amen, sistah.
I sit here and read my other personal, private blog, the blog I write everything in, every single day… the blog I write about what I did from the minute I woke up to the minute I went to bed… who I spent every hour with, what I ate, what the weather was like, because I never ever want to forget these things… posts from a year ago at this time, posts from a month ago at this time....
“80% of everyone is a huge piece of shit”
an accurate study done by me today jan 22 2012
It’s hard to forget how much this sucks… but I forgot how much this fucking sucks. I can’t freaking do this.
Saying goodbye is never easy. Especially when leaving people and places like this. And when I know I’m going back to a place I hate more than anything.
I don’t care that I start class tomorrow. I don’t care about the work that’s about to swamp over me. I just don’t want to be there. I want to be here… surrounded by people that care, people that go out of their...
Hmm. Vague, yet very specific.
Couldn’t care less.
Pet peeve:
Hypocrites.
Breathtaking Sky Color Palette Photography →
This has been my obsession lately.
Pet peeve:
When people don’t know how to prioritize.
I am absolutely furious right now.
I haven’t gotten paid since December 1st. And I’ve only gotten paid three times since September. This didn’t occur to sound fishy to me until just now (my paychecks aren’t very large, so my checking account doesn’t see a huge difference each week I get paid). So I dug deeper.
I email my co-worker (she’s a student… that deals with payroll) my hours every...