what the fuck?

the end.

ahhh... i suck at having crushes ( Read more... )

i have a bed! i have a bed! i have a bed! which isn't really a big deal until you have slept on a pullout couch for five months. yay!

happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
you live in a zoo
you look like a llama
and you smell like one too

happy 18th birthday, my bestest!

ding dong, the lit crit bitch is dead!

as soon as i staple these 15 pages, my literary criticism paper is finished. done. stick a fork in it. i don't care!

*chair dances in the middle of the 24-hour study room in the library*

and thanks for the surveys, kids, keep 'em coming if you haven't already done one!

i need your help! yes, you, damnit.

my undergrad research project is due next tuesday and i haven't had enough people take my survey for part of my research.

therefore, i am appealing to my friends on the internet. (somewhat pathetic, i suppose.)

so take five minutes, copy and paste what is found at the end of this post behind the cut into a reply, ( Read more... )

oh my god!

they make a pigeon t-shirt! buy me one here!

if you don't know about my pigeon obsession, then this won't make much sense to you. and for that, i'm very very sorry.

three pages down, three pages to go ( Read more... )

one can only procrastinate for so long.

my time is fucking up, damnit.

six more pages. it can't be that bad, right? or can it?

*pouts*

i don't wanna write my paper!!!!!

i just started page five of at least twelve. blah. fuck. damn. shit. this sucks.

but after i finish this paper i only have one more yucky lit crit like paper to write for the semester... make that EVER! yay for my last semester being student teaching!

now, i need more donations of motivation please.