December 2011
63 posts
Here I come NY!
6 terribly long hours of sitting in the car next to my oversized brother and squished in the smallest spot of the mini van. Should be loads of fun!
Well.
I know you’re probably already reading this anyways.
I heard you want to try to be friends.
But in all honesty, it might not be the best right now. I am over you. It still hurt when I saw you with her, but by no means do I like you. And please don’t assume that, because you have already told people that’s why we can’t be friends. That was offensive and rude and hey,...
Thanks neighbors!
For deciding to have a party the night before I have to work a double. FABULOUS.
If only
Chipotle delivered. At 3am. I’d be the happiest woman in the world.
Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson, why why why do you insist on keeping me up past my bedtime?
Can’t wait to go to New York and see my cousins and aunts and uncles, but there will be one thing missing this year, and every year from now on. Miss you so much, Nana.
I HATE MONEY.
Or I wish I had more of it.
I was making pasta and the water wasn’t heating up quick enough, and I yelled at the water for having such a high specific heat capacity. So I did learn something in Physics.
Call me a sap
But watching my mom and dad dance to Unchained Melody made me cry. It was adorable.
Sometimes
I wonder if I was adopted.
I laugh when
I see girls that I’m friends with from high school on facebook, wearing these horrid sunglasses with a chain on the front, in all their seriousness, when I wore them last year for a baller themed party as a major joke.
sonho-lucido:
Coldplay - The Scientist
I may have just single-handedly failed physics with that last exam.
Studying for Physics is
a) eating Chipotle
b) napping
c) chit chatting about plans for the weekend
d) none of the above, but everything I am doing at the moment.
No desire to study for physics, however.
99% overall in bio!
Came home to do laundry, raid the fridge and try to get in the Christmas spirit with all of my mom’s decorations, but I come home to find pictures from our beach vacation printed out. Which include multiple pictures of Michael and I. Words can’t describe how sad and unchristmasey that made me feel.
