Toward the Waves ( Read more... )

so i was 16 minutes late, but does 16 minutes really fucking matter when tomorrow, i don't actually have to do anything ( Read more... )

holy fucking fuck, batman ( Read more... )

"I've been walking forty miles of bad road ( Read more... )

"So we’re drinking and we’re dancing ( Read more... )

exam schedule today. just what i need to stare at, given that at this point i'm trying to figure out which classes to skip in order to work for other ones. does that seem logical ( Read more... )

schedule = brutal
swore i'd get rid of this thing.
full sentences for full thoughts.
must read jane eyre
must not narc out.
if anyone notices my having fallen asleep in the cereal, kindly avert all eyes.

spoiled, spoiled child with the conventional phrasing of a self-categorized budding woman ( Read more... )

wexford breakfast day was tremendous. the kind of tremendous that only comes from being completely normal + totally mad.
synergy.
i fuckin love her
tomorrow, i listen to ridiculous records, refuse to wear pants, order ridiculous food and maybe have some punks over.
i am not jinxing anything yet.
order mama mia tickets for mom... must...not...

tonight, with the help of edge 102 and the wedge, i am thirteen again.

are you on your way to a new tension headache?