For Nicki ( Read more... )

The fucking writing requirement can kiss my ass!

Fuck yeah baby!

No more 20 pages of expository writing for me!

Hella yeah!

3.0! Hella yeah. Passed the motherfucker.

-Sam

Ah. So the writing requirement was due this morning at 8:30. My roomies and I cut it pretty close Molly and I left the room at 8:15 and Emily was still printing. We got down there and there’s a line of about 20 people inside the English building waiting to drop of their portfolios. So Molly and I get in line and I have Emily’s boyfriend’s portfolio ( Read more... )

So this is for all of you who have been asking for a real update (or as I’ve heard “no more of that poetry shit”) heh ( Read more... )

It’s snowing today. It’s beautiful. In fact I’m going down to the dining hall to get some tea and then to sit outside drink tea and smoke. And think. And think and smoke. All I ever do anymore is work, and smoke. And drink tea and think. All I do anymore is distract myself. All I do is thinking about escaping ( Read more... )

I had no passion, no life in me today
And I felt it in everything I tried to do
I found myself so lost, in need of something
I spent a couple hours looking for you

I needed someone to wrap me up in comfort
To tell me lies about how it’d be okay
I wandered to everywhere you should have been
And when found you walked away

Everything makes me think of you ( Read more... )

alright alright. So my roommate talks in her sleep. I’m a little....tipsy but I’m checking my spelling. There are some people on this campus that are great and others who scare me. Not in a BOO kind of way but in a like “Holy shit” there were two boys fighting in the campus center where this party randomly developed lucas and camille were dancing ( Read more... )

When she told me what you’re doing ( Read more... )

There are a million ways to say “are you okay?”

And none of them mean anything.