Protip: Sometimes when my life is spiraling out of control I make dry erase lists on the bathroom mirror.
Oh my God, every glass surface in my room has at some point been dry erase written upon
Just canNOT focus. I can only focus my attention for approximately 15 minutes before I need a break. In class essay final manana. One question outlined, one…questionable. I feel like these final two assignments (final, paper due Friday) are formalities. Hand me the diploma, and let’s call it a day, shall we?
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Daaaaaaw! Cudi gets it
(via hellotonya)
“damn, he is hot, I wonder if he is good in bed?”
instead of:
“damn, he is hot, I wonder if he was raised right?”
Ha. Ha. Yup. :l
It is 4:30. This is why I have to leave. I can’t become this. It’s a suburban black hole if you are over 18 but under 30 where I come from. Beautiful place to raise a family or retire, terrible place to sprout as an adult.
Let’s say, 100-1 million, I personally know about 10 people. BUT, there are so many characters. Like, people you know from Facebook stalking with a friend or you repeatedly crossed paths for an entire semester but never spoke because really, what’s the point? Ah, nostalgia
Yeeeees
And I started tearing up almost immediately. I have a cold dark heart when it comes to movies and tv shows, but as soon as you throw the military into the mix, I collapse into a puddle of tears. My brother told me he thought about tricking me for my graduation and telling me he couldn’t come and then surprise me after the ceremony. My mom talked him out of it, thank God. I would have passed out (in my glitter heels, mind you!) and then once I came to I would be crying and laughing at the same time, and then at some point I would probably pass out again, regain consciousness, and then start wailing in front of the O’ Dome. The meanest thing any one could ever do is surprise me with my brother’s presence. Surprise me with Hubble, excitement. Surprise me with my parents, long lasting hugs and some tears. Surprise me with my uniformed brother, I die. He’s not perfect, and he irritates the hell out of me some times, but who he is today and what he represents means so much to me. For so many years he had to sit and watch me be the overly ambitious type A older sister. I gladly give the spotlight over to him so we can applaud all he does for himself, his family, his friends, and his country.
Alright, alright, coming down from my soap box. Just saying…forget your political party, thank your military. Now really, I’m done now
Oh herroooooooooooo, I love yooooooou!!!!