Know what I hate worse than people who do nothing but smoke?
People who talk about nothing but smoking… even while smoking.
Do something with your life.
2 hours ago
November 23, 2009
Drop it, rock it, down the room,
Shake it, quake it, space KABOOM!Things would be much easier if in life, as in animated films, your soulmate was your twin but with a slightly altered outfit (and or a ponytail/boobs).
Wait, you wear a red shirt? I always wear a red shirt.
Preach.
17 hours ago
November 23, 2009
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I always hope that my sense of humor will earn me some extra points on my essays.
At just barely 9 pages.
Ladies and Gents, the concluding sentences of my Shakespeare paper:
Now, men can have their “bromances” and “man-crushes” and women don’t have to worry about being killed by their husbands, because of their secretly homosexual best friend. Well, that’s still a possibility. You never know.
17 hours ago
November 23, 2009
Has anyone else picked out their outfit for Thanksgiving?
Or am I just that effing weird vain?
18 hours ago
November 23, 2009
As I sit here staring at my screen.
Three pages of this paper left to go and I can’t help but think about how I wish my curls grew as cute as yours.
21 hours ago
November 22, 2009
But I don’t understand! I don’t understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I knew her, and then she’s— there’s just a body, and I don’t understand why she just can’t get back in it and not be dead… anymore! It’s stupid! It’s mortal and stupid! And… and Xander’s crying and not talking, and… and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, ever, and she’ll never have eggs, or yawn, or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why! - Anya
Good episode.
21 hours ago
November 22, 2009
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I felt you in my legs before I ever met you.
And when I lay beside you, for the first time I told you.
I feel you in my heart and I don’t even know you.
And when I lay beside you, for the first time I told you.
I feel you in my heart and I don’t even know you.
— Tegan & Sara - Nineteen
1 day ago
November 22, 2009
I'll be satisfied once this paper reaches 8 pages.
Fuck 10.
If I learned anything from Mykicks, it’s that you don’t have to try on papers because you’ll still be rewarded.
At the moment, I’m at the start of page 5.
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November 21, 2009
I love to intimidate the kids who deserve it.
The trick is to stand taller, turn on the deep voice, and speak slowly so they get the message.
“Oh shit. We just woke up the quiet spanish kid. Did you see? Will he tell on us or kick our ass?”
That’s right. It’s 3 a.m. and you woke me up. Now you need to shut the hell up.
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November 21, 2009
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