Two more days. Why am I not nostalgic?
Not sure how, but my nails are finally growing. I think that’s a good sign. Tomorrow I’m going to apply for a catering job. Wish me luck! Skipped my second and third block. Felt absolutely liberating. Today was nice. I like how things are right now.
I am so sorry for everything.
I am a giantess. Just you wait and see. :)
My rebound booty-call booty-called me…
As it turns out, I’ve been played. Not only did he have a girlfriend the whole time, but he did the same thing to three other girls in my class. Whaddadouche.
A warm bath and Withering Heights. Perfect on this rainy afternoon. (Taken with instagram)
Aaaaaaah! It’s “WUthering!”
(via teachingliteracy)
Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.
—Margaret Atwood (via libraryland)
(via teachingliteracy)
Rode a real life horse today. Sort of like Pocahontas. Only cooler.
Officially finished with AP biology! Can I get a whoop, whoop?
Going to a wedding on Friday.
Girl’s Night Out on Saturday… Bwahahaha.
Watched The Rebound today. It was actually pretty cute. I usually don’t like romantic comedies but I freaking love Aram.
Two more weeks until I’m done. I’m ready for school to be over.
Enjoying Beloved.
I must be getting to bed. Goodnight, all!
Damn psychosomatic democracy.
It’s official. I am going to Russia.
Yesterday I
Observed the talent show.
Enjoyed it.
Survived a snake wrapped around my neck.
Did not enjoy it.
Drove with my windows down until my UV color-changing nails turned purple.
Watched Dark Shadows with the parentals.
Somehow, it scared me, though I thoroughly enjoyed the soundtrack.
Today I
Watched several zillion hours of LOST.
Decided to relax about Monday.
Relaxed about Monday.
Decided to eat some cereal.
Ate some cereal.
Put on clothes and makeup so I could sit at home all day and all night.
As you were, Tumblr.
- If a clock gets hungry it goes back four seconds.
- Once you’ve seen one shopping center you’ve seen the mall.
- Acupuncture is a jab well done.
- Jumping off a Paris bridge makes you in Seine.
- Bakers trade recipes on a knead to know basis.
- Your calendar’s days are numbered.
- I break into song if I can’t find the key.
- A dyslexic poet writes inverse.
(Source: thewhatever, via zillikes)


