December 2009
108 posts
My life
is gross.
morganfreeman:
i feel like watching the boy meets world halloween episode.
the one when they’re in high school, not the one when cory turns into a werewolf
WISDOM
Excuse me
how does one go about making a season 4 of torchwood?
All they ever do is kill characters.
Ianto was my favorite.
Confusion? Yes.
There is no possible way to make a season 4.
13448.) All my friends are fake and don't give a...
nemonisimors:
(via blogsecret)
people.
Raped that essay
This super adorable Musical Theater major in my...
And sent me the nicest email about how much she likes it!
She’s so great!!!
Goooood moood.
Moved out of my room with crazy girl.
Living the LIFE with Tiffany in our own little place! Yah!
Gonna see Charlotte in a week-ish.
Listening to Indian music.
I wish I could enter pictures into Google instead...
cuddlesinbed:
Like, so that I can see what movies these pictures on here are all from, haha.
PREACHIT
My joke is ruined!
thhhpt:
So I was going to make a reference to a joke made about fetal alcohol syndrome and Dr. Harrison.
Very VERY few of you would understand the joke/reference.
Either way, while looking for a picture of her to post, I found out that she is not listed anywhere in the “people” section of the Notre Dame website! This made me chuckle.
Hahahaha. I get this joke. Funny stuff.
OVERHEATED IN 29 DEGREE WEATHER
Al needs some booty.
Sleeping schedule:
Sunday night: did not sleep
Monday: slept all day, missed class, woke up at 5
Monday night: did not sleep
Teusday: went to sleep at 11 after class, woke up at 3:30 and went to other class
Teusday night: went to sleep at 10pm, woke up at 2am, did homework
Wednesday morning (current time): feeling surprisingly good, took a shower, gonna go to the dining hall at 7am.
Predictions for Wednesday...
What wild unhappiness! Time for rest. Little will...
You are all wildly unhelpful.
So I have to give a presentation tomorrow on...
what should I do?
I knew this week would be terrible, but after...
it has become apparent this week will be even worse.
This Evening:
- Psuedo-date I dont want to go on (Up in the Air though!)
- Meeting with girl for radio project (Talk about poetry though!)
- Write notes for stupid class discussion assignment (About poetry though!)
- Stay up all night cause I did last night and then slept all day (Last night was hilarious though!)
My life is full of “though!”s
PS Remind me to tell you about my crazy suitemate...
I am not
looking forward
to my life.
Title Suggestions?
All the way home you go
Past those shops you once
Considered walking into,
Slipping on the guise of someone
Who would venture into shops
Like those.
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Is it really home
If you never take
A step out of paradise?
In every town there is hell and
Light, life and flight.
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Too many years of danger
Only at the corners,
Foreign countries become
The liquor stores full of
Prostitutes we...
Timbuktu
She threatened to ship us away
To Timbuktu,
Where the borders are shaking with
Bearded men and nobody comes
To your rescue.
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Oh wailing ships and
Silver rings for whites, the
Yellow gold beneath the diamonds
Rough.
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The barges shout madness to the creases
Of our continent, far away from
Timbuktu which you assert
Does not exist.
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The moving boxes come one day
And all night I...
Soul destroying day
tell me good things
I have been trying to literally pull my hair out...
I should leave the library now.
I thought I had made up the word "hymnologist" for...
turns out it is an actual word.
J'adore ma vie
not at all.
Charlotte:
Best friend of four years,
I knew you would understand my willy post better than any of them.
Your mouth better shape the fuck up and stop putting you in pain.
I will see you after christmas, I come home from my gramma’s the 27th.
Before I leave:
I am wildly upset that no one liked/reblogged my “willy” post.
I expected it to become a Tumblr phenomenon.
It was literally the wittiest thing I have ever posted.
Goodnight, I guess?
I didn’t do my essay, but the shittiest bit is it probably doesn’t matter all that much.
Girls Gone Wild commercial just asked me
“Do you like breasts?”
Why would that question ever need asking?
