god. i love rockstar. and i want a pet chicken. to cuddle with.

i have 16 more minutes of summer vacation.

aaaand for anyone who hasn't noticed, announcing the journals of miss alexandra irene hart, vcw 640 (hartpowers) and miss molly jane tafoya, vcw 633 (wipedandwired).

i'm off to read another five hours of anarcho-syndicalism and drawn-out gertrude stein prose.

you know those tv shows in which there's this one kid who is doing terribly in some class but then for the very last test they study like mad crazy and get an A and show everyone that they can be motivated and get things done? yeah, i wish i could do that, cuz i kind of need to for biology.

i like germs!!!!!!

and i'm not talking about georgetown emergency response medical service (i know, i know, georgetown = so many acronyms, so little time!)

I like squirrels. And tequila. Lot's of tequila. With squirrels preserved in the Tequila. It's like that worm shit, except it's a huge squirrel. And there is like fur floating in the tequila. And you open the bottle, and pour some out and are like, "what the heezy, there is a dead squirrel and like fur in my tequila. There go my fucking margaritas ( Read more... )

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