snark attack.

casually rocking out to phil collins and genesis at work. hey throwback to 6 year old me’s fave jams.

just weeding out my gmail inbox. remember how we emailed consistently for 4 years and then you just stopped? delete.

if it is consistent like a boyfriend, spoons like a boyfriend, and wants to date you like a boyfriend… it’s probably a boyfriend. sorry!

i hate how much slower everyone walks when i’m in a hurry. seriously stresses me out.

today is going to be the longest day ever.  and i’ve been awake on and off since 3 am. ahhhh.

actually can’t wait to be a grownup today. why? i want to read books for fun and have a bbm book club. best twitter find of the day.

unreal.

it’s on teen voice’s blog at wordpress.

just legitimizing myself… so grownup.

whoever came up with the phrase ‘monday funday’ should have to suffer reprehensible things. monday is not fun, has not ever been fun, and never will be fun. unless it’s a long weekend.

the pimple on my eyebrow is actually giving me a headache. make it go away.  either that or frankenstein round 1209182 is doing it.

you know you’re in over your head when your study break from your paper is homework for other classes. not real life.

hi o’neill.  i’ve missed you.  we’ll get reacquainted tonight when i sit and do a paper and reading for 6 hours with the top button of my jeans undone.  i’m the girl in flannel listening to grooveshark and probably procrastinating.  can’t miss me.

i haven’t started my paper for wednesday.  and i’m 2 sentences into the one for tomorrow.  the pictures from last night need to stop being so funny.

so 1992.  but such an accurate description of my night.

i gamed the system and my paper boyfriend was madly in love with me.  10’s in trust, communication AND respect, after 6 months of dating.  whatup.