me: NEED ME TO PRINT YOU A FORM?
shelby: WILL YOU PRINT ME OUT ONE OF THE FORMS?
me: LOL GET OUT MA LIFE.
hoooolllyyy crap batman.
someone from spain wants me to commission a wig for them. SPAIN. AS IN LIKE. HALFWAY ACROSS THE WORLD OAIEJLAWJFLAWKJETFOIAER. holy crap. i mean i don’t really know about their time constraints yet so it might not happen but geez. just the fact that someone halfway across the world likes my work enough to commission me/deal with international shipping and what not feels pretty amazing :) ...
Rained all day today.
Dear Park, We don’t hate you because you suck. You suck because we hate you. Love, students.
Yes, my car's name is Gallahan.
Me: GALLAHAN YOU DON'T EVEN MAKE SENSE. IS THIS INCEPTION?
Shelby: GALLAHAN YOU CANNOT EVEN LOGIC.
I now know....
how people get addicted to drugs. And why hangovers happen. Good stuff. Thank you, AP psych.
I just really want a youmacon badge so i can be “I am 12 and what is this”. that’s it. MY LAST YOUMACON AS JAILBAIT WHHHAATTT. so weird.
So women were awesome because they bled—a lot!! And frequently! And they...– Welker, on female oppression.
Can we sit over there instead?– Can i quit my job and go home instead?
Gaydar went off at work.
Told him i really liked his hair. He had an omg-hay-gurl lisp. it was adorable and hilarious at the same time. and i kind of wanted to put him in my pocket and take him home. the number of gay guys i saw at work today was astounding. i think i lost count somewhere around 10. oh ypsilanti.
NOT DRIVING. NOT DRIVING. I CALL NOT DRIVING– Susie Z. to which i wholeheartedly concurred!
i’ve got one of those awful, blood-pounding-in-your-ears headaches. and i’m so incredibly tired. i need coffee. or something. and i need a break like buurrrnnniiinngg. this is so bad, school JUST started. what is my liiiifffeeee. but since i’m gonna be working aaaalllll weekend, if you’re ever in ypsi come visit me at work! ;)
I really don’t want/have time to make Knives’, well….knives :| can i just carry around my yoko rifle and be done with it? i also need to fix my bipod </3333
Geeze. I can't stand people that try to be...
amytamster: Erg. Excuse me for being a bitch and saying what’s on my mind all the time. But I’d rather be straightforward than hold myself back from being myself. That’s one thing I don’t need to worry about. I AM MYSELF. i’m blunt. i’m okay with it.
Pet Peeve #4
“I hate it when your seatbelt randomly locks and you can’t move.” HHAAAAATTTTTEEEEE. especially when i’m trying to turn left and i can’t lean forward to see around a bunch of trees. or something. that was awfully specific. it’s also annoying when i’m trying to check my blind spot. and it’s also annoying how it only works when it’s not supposed...
Many researchers believe that women carry on conversations more readily to build...– According to my psych book, i’m just a massive bro.
I had a weird dream last night. My neighbors were shooting at me through my...– me. and now that i’m awake that doesn’t even make sense. why would i do that? i wouldn’t. because it would be pointless.
You are the best thing.
that’s ever been mine~ loljk get out ma house. i can’t post stuff like this and be serious about it, i just can’t. my inner cynic refuses to let me post sappy/artsy/etc. and this song is played entirely too much.
Why is america’s top song currently i like it? because i don’t like that, mr. iglesias. i really don’t. AH LIKE IT. AH-AH-AH LIKE IT. HERRDERP. why are catchy songs always just ridiculous? HATERS GONNA HATE.
Shelby: IN WHAT WORLD IS CUBA A CITY
Awwww, sophomores!! No one cares about you. The seniors are crazy, the juniors...– Stephen P. we were both psychotic after selling homecoming tickets all lunch
Pet Peeve #3
When people go to a buffet and complain when you seat them too far away. I mean, it’s one thing if you’ve got like walking problems or are pregnant or something, but if you’re just lazy? Come on. You came to eat unlimited amounts of FOOD. EXERCISE ALREADY.
ROBOTS AREN’T ALLOWED TO BE OFFENDED. GO BACK TO YER SHAME CORNER.– me. herpderp.
You hate me.
Gosh i wish you’d stop being so wishy washy. or just STOP. don’t insult me in french and expect me not to get it, and then be surprised when i get mad. you’re not the only one with feelings and if you have problems, america has psychiatrists. get over yourself. you’re not that special.
GET OUT MA LIFE.– GET OUT MA HOUSE.
what was that...
that 30 day tumblr challenge or whatever? with two smilies to describe my life currently? how about D:< and >( those should suffice at least to describe my day.
i'm kind of upset
like. i don’t even know why. well i know why, but it’s for a stupid reason. i’m just not usually someone to get mad over little things like this ._____. to be honest, i’m kind of jealous. don’t worry, it’s not over a guy or something stupid like that…i just kind of feel, like…not needed. are you really just sick of me now, or am i just paranoid? ...
HATERZ GONNA HATE
FAKERZ GONNA FAKE. get out ma life.
why do you never work? i guess i should try to finish my commonapp essay…… man, colleges are either gonna be like “um no she’s crazy. she can’t go here.” or they’ll be like “um yeeesss she’s out of her mind. we’ll take her.”
No!! Kill him and THEN drag him back to the circle!!– Humanities kids in DTP
Sometimes i wish
that we could just have uniforms. honestly, that would make life so much easier. and on off days i wouldn’t have to worry about how gross i looked because everyone would look the same :| and gosh would i save money on clothing. not that i buy much to begin with—i spend too much money on food. and clearly, students should just look like bums because school work is their top priority....
Is it just me
or is facebook having some issues right now? it’s a subliminal message from the gods telling me to do my homework.
Gosh i'm so lazy
like. i don’t feel like doing ANYTHING. except for eating at the moment. which is awful because i have entirely too much to do, what with having two humanities logs due on the 28th and homecoming weekend starting the 25th!! in case you guys don’t know, i’m on student congress, which means homecoming weekend eats up all my time, PLUS i have to work on weekends!! ugh i’m...