We must not give up on our dreams ( Read more... )

Usually I don't remember my dreams, but the last two nights they've been very vivid. Last night's was ultra weird. Before I went to bed I was thinking about my last 2 finals that I was going to have today, one being at 8 am and one at 2:45. The plan was to take the first final then go somewhere and study all freaking day for the one at 2:45. So ( Read more... )

I think I am becoming more of a feminist everyday. I think I like it.

Also, if I could do it over, I'd double major in Philosophy and Nutrition. Maybe I'll go back. Or maybe it's a health fad.

Wish me luck as I embark on a new attempt to have total control over how I react to situations. My emotions have been at the helm for far too long. I've nothing against them, but they don't know how to take the back seat. They'll still be ever present, but they aren't controlling me any more ( Read more... )

9 lasts ( Read more... )

So yesterday was my birthday, or something. 21. It was okay. Some psychologist created this formula on why January 23rd was the worst and gloomiest day of the year. It was nice to read that while I was eating breakfast ( Read more... )

You know those overwhelming feelings we sometimes get that we just cannot shake no matter how hard we try? We should probably stop trying to shake those ( Read more... )

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Can I please just vomit up all these feelings and thoughts I'm having right now? I want my eyes bulging out and to be sweating when it's over. Basically, I suppose I'm just asking for sweet relief ( Read more... )

"Snozzberries? Who's ever heard of a snozzberry?"

Apparently, in one of Roald Dahl's earlier books, a snozzberry was a slang term for the head of a penis.

"The snozzberries taste like snozzberries!"

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.