Tell someone you love them today, because life is short. But SHOUT it at them in German, because life is also terrifying and confusing.
Life is like a pair of pants. Some days you find money in the pocket, and other days your pocket catches on the doorknob of your classroom and you take out three desks and a foreign exchange student as you stumble in.
Why do they give you such a big packet of mayonnaise and such a tiny packet of mustard with your sandwich?
I want to live in a world where all of my condiment packets are equal.
Studying at High Point.
It is cold and sad and very, very wet outside. Some people like to study when it’s gross outside. I, on the other hand, want to curl up beneath this tiny table and go to sleep. But LOL NOPE. Here I am, up since six o’clock, dutifully studying.
Why did I leave all of my boots in Columbia? The weather today may prompt me into buying a pair on the Square just so I may survive this frigid monsoon.
Can I just opt out of exams? Or write a funny poem or knit my professors something so I don’t have to take these things?
Also, I’m still sick. I have no idea how long I’ve been sick. It’s been at least three weeks.
JUST KILL ME NOW.
Dancing around the house with your iPod tucked into your back pocket feels awesome.
Life is ridiculous right now.
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.
WHAT SHOULD I DO.
I made a post about this some time ago.
My ex-boyfriend’s birthday is Saturday. It’s been roughly five months since the break-up and we’re still pretty good friends. I did buy him a gift, although it’s nothing special and has like zero sentimental value.
I’m not trying to win him back. That would be silly and illogical at this point. However, we’ve been in each other’s lives for 4+ years now and it feels wrong not getting him something.
Should I just forget the gift and give him a card? I don’t want him to take this the wrong way. And since he instigated the break-up I don’t want to seem like I’m some pathetic, stupid spinster ex.
I’m sure he wouldn’t take it that way— he knows me really well— but I just don’t want it to come off that way, you know?
His birthday is also on game day so I will inevitably see him in the Grove and he will expect me to wish him happy birthday. Of course I won’t give him his gift at the Grove (if I give it to him at all); oh God, that would be humiliating. What do I do?
(330): theres a turtle on the table. helping me eat my ramon noodles.
The people above us sound like they are having marching band practice.
This wouldn’t be so bad if THIS WAN’T AN APARTMENT COMPLEX.
I got breakfast with some friends Sunday morning.
I was the first to arrive, so naturally I went ahead and got a table so we could beat the Sunday morning rush. The waitress lead me to said table and I sat down. The next thing I knew I was being wrapped in a bear hug by some mysterious striped shirted figure. I was like
because I didn’t see his face. But then I caught his smell and I realized it was my ex.
I was like OH NO. NONONONONO.
but at the same time I was like
He’s that ex.
I somehow managed to keep my cool and just be like
and smile like an idiot.
The waitress put me at the table next to my ex and his friends and I was in the chair facing him, so there was no avoiding conversation.
I was alone for like five minutes and I imagine he was feeling pretty smug with his stupid friends there, all brotastic and Jack Johnson-y. He and his friend asked about my classes and life and I was like
because he basically ignores/doesn’t talk to me half of the time unless he wants something or feels guilty about not talking to me. I’m assuming this was a case of the latter.
BUT THEN LIKE MERCIFUL ANGELS OF AWESOME MY MOTHERFUCKING FRIENDS CAME IN.
They apparently saw him as they were coming in. They sat down and looked at me like
I sort of dismissed it and we proceeded to have a delicious breakfast dance party.
My favorite machine at the gym is DEAD.
I had to do partner work in Spanish.
But the worst was still to come when, lo and behold, I checked my e-mail and LOL STILL NO POTTERMORE E-MAIL