there is a knocking at my window i wonder if it is a boy come to confess his love for me
it is a confused bird
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Hey-ho, I'm Susan. I post stuff I like and occasionally blog about day-to-day events.
ALSO I've started doing the Zombies, Run! 5k training and the full app, so if you're into that you may like those posts.
there is a knocking at my window i wonder if it is a boy come to confess his love for me
it is a confused bird
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do you ever feel like you look good
then
you go somewhere
and then you see beautiful girls
and you realize you’re just a lonely potato

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when a girl wants to kiss you: she plays with her hair, looks down, fiddles with her fingers, and waits for you to make a move
when a boy wants to kiss you: smiles nervously, tilts his head slightly, and waits for the right moment to make a move
when i want to kiss you: i look at you from a distance, and start sobbing about how ugly i am and that i'll die with 80 cats, approximately
when dementors want to kiss you: everythING GETS COLD AND ICY AND FROZEN AND YOU FEEL AS IF THERE IS NO FUCKING HAPPINESS LEFT IN THE WORLD AND THEN YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH RUN FOR YOUR SOUL
when the Doctor wants to kiss you: he does it. and kisses your husband. and your daughter. and maybe your father in law.
When Captain Jack wants to kiss you: He fucking kisses you.
Life is ridiculous right now.
Ridiculous.
I have so much work to do. And just when I think it’s done, more work falls out of Narnia and makes me smell of fail. I’ve also caught some sort of disease from my roommates and friend, so I’m busy fighting that off as well. OH and I have this HUGE ZIT on my chin. It is gross and I wish my chin would just fall off.
I have all of these lovely books to read and all of this delicious tea to drink, but no. No happiness and joy for me. Just schoolwork.
At the moment I am finishing this Roman Civilization paper that’s due at 11 (oops). I like the people in the class- especially this one guy who sits in front of me, he has these tattoos on his legs and he’s so smart.

(Although I’m sure he has no idea that I even exist. Or if he does he thinks I’m gross, because I am rather gross.)

CHRIST, I JUST NEED THIS CREDIT. The professor acts like we’re all classics majors. WHY.
Off to finish the paper.

Bio teacher: *on the subject of digestion* … After all, people aren’t made of cheese proteins…
First thought: Liz Lemon would disagree.

Meanwhile I’m just sitting with my stuffed owl on Tumblr like

How has she resisted his accent for so long?
HOW

gpoy
At the time I imagined I was like

“Oh no, all we had was *sexy husky voice* reading.”
But after class I caught my reflection and realized it probably went more like

“A durrr hurrr hurrr nope just *shallow breathing* reading AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
I am hopelessly awkward.

Can Susan accomplish all of these thing even with no sleep and a massive throbbing headache? Will she fail at life and end up dying alone as anticipated by her peers and family? Or will she overcome her forever aloneness and get a job?
Don’t touch that dial!