I really can't stand when people have an air of expectation about them, as in "Oh, you're going to get this for me, right ( Read more... )

Not enough hours in the day for everyone I want to hit.

Throughout my adolescence, I promised myself that once I turned eighteen, graduated, and moved away, I would never again be afraid to walk into my own home.

Promise broken. Sometimes I hate you.

Man, I wish I had so few other things in my life to worry about that I can actively give a damn about what kids back at my old high school thought of me.

Seriously?

Seriously? A week before my birthday? The day before my bio exam?

Mannnnnn, fuck my life.

midnight rush with a pen in my hand,
inkin' lincoln, sandscript with a fan.
remembering me before we began,
sometimes i felt so def in the jam.

but the ones who loved me told me to stop,
like "home girl, can't catch shit if it drops."
a superwoman chick, you know that i am.
some shit don't fly by me in a man.'cause i do not accept any less ( Read more... )

Is it that hard just to say, "I miss you, too?"

Apparently.

Goddamnit, this paper on Brofenbrenner's theory IS getting done tonight. I hate this stupid developmental psych class with the fury of the fist of God.

Anyway, beach Sunday. Excited.

I steal memes from Sesshakibbles&bits, holla ( Read more... )

I would like to know when I got so old my own dad stopped wanting to do cool things with me. Maybe I'm too old to WANT to do cool things with my dad. Maybe I just need to grow up ( Read more... )

ast: problem set 1 ( Read more... )