October 2010
50 posts
success.
lately i’ve measured the success of my nights by combos and the cupid shuffle instead of hookups or mackage. i could get used to this…
“i may be indigent in name, position, and in appearance, but in my own mind i am...”
– the elegance of the hedgehog, muriel barbery (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
famous v cards. →
conclusion was my fave part.
gold digger.
dear guy on the t,
i saw you pick your nose at least 5 times. i’d be willing to bet everyone else did too, no matter how much you scratched your face before-during-after to try and be discreet. can you just wait and do it in the bathroom at work next time?
sincerely, me
level one.
parachute, can you be my level one, two, AND three dates? forever? thanks!
tuesday.
i didn’t text anyone all day tuesday. for being such a prolific texter, this is bizarre and i’m not sure how I feel about it.
half moon bay.
listen to this song by train. i am in sa-woon with it. helllooooo so basically 5.0
“you’re drunk, and i’m drunk, and i’m just exactly drunk enough to tell you...”
– red harvest, dashiell hammett (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
racing.
one midterm down, one to go. game on history of american women, i write fast.
longfellow.
don’t just pack it, wear your jacket. my inner 12 year old boy dies laughing when i see this.
midterms.
all i do is snack and shop online in a colossal effort to not study. and sometimes we have group stretch time to see who can get their foot behind their head… as of now, none of us can. check back during finals.
two.
beauty of owning the same top in 2 colors? i can rewear my outfit again tomorrow and only i know.
usual.
i like the phrase “as per usual.” but I like to shorten usual. but i feel like you can’t in text. dumb.
helpful hints.
got to pass on my knowledge of how to get rid of hickies quick today. paying it forward.
mocs.
my booties make me happy. and i may wear the outfit i’m wearing at the library now to class tomorrow… do what i want.
this is so overtly and subtly sexual at the same...
blowin up.
i am taking over the teen voices blog. oops. why can’t it be mine so i can put it on my resume?
registration.
how am i ALREADY looking at classes for my final semester of college.
“i like being myself. myself and nasty.”
– brave new world, aldous huxley (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“if they ask you to stand still, you should dance.”
– let the great world spin, colum mccann (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
thanks, captain obvious. →
photograph.
NEVER HAPPENING IN A MILLION YEARS.
what?
all my snark has been in person for 4 days in a row? ridiculous.
“after all, reading is arguably a far more creative and imaginative process than...”
– the well of lost plots, jasper fforde (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
how badly do i want eat n park right now? →
what a girl wants.
i want to hear the swim team’s playlist everywhere i go.
“Hi Lauren
Hope things are going well. Mom and I have been enjoying New...”
– dad
freaking out.
i was just laughing because stuff was funny. god.
“whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in...”
– the passion, jeanette winterson (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
sign up.
you were right steve, more people than those signed up came to class this morning. one. and the people signed up didn’t. thanks.
“i no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. but i...”
– blue-eyed devil, lisa kleypas (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
bed time.
literally going to bed at like 9:00 tonight. woo i’m a college senior. what?
ice cream.
if you could be an ice cream flavor, which one would you be and why? … WHAT A THROWBACK to high school. for realz.
“a half-read book is a half-finished love affair.”
– cloud atlas, david mitchell (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“but who can say what’s best? that’s why you need to grab whatever chance you...”
– norwegian wood, haruki murakami (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
the bitch is back.
and by bitch i mean twitch. in my eye. honestly.
rain rain.
seriously, go away. thanks.
this isn't christian the lion... →
everything.
brueggers, you win. q’doba had too much fat. and i can’t resist an everything bagel.
the social network.
dearoldlove:
facebook keeps telling me to say “hi” to you. what’s the point? i know you won’t reply in the virtual world, just like you don’t in the real world.
shockingly familiar.
harvest cheddar.
my sun chips got stuck in the vending machine. bought pretzels to knock them down. fail. that’s the kind of day i’m having.
applications.
i hate filling them out, just pick me already.
night games.
always a pleasure.
“i want morning and noon and nightfall with you. i want your tears, your smiles,...”
– again the magic, lisa kleypas (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) 