I would much rather jump out this third story window and land face-first on the pavement than ever look at an SPSS data set ever again.
My birthday was absolutely fantastic! Here’s why: I got my hurr did I got my new license and looked super pretty in my new picture I went on a picnic, where I got to feed duckies some bread, play frisbee, and sample wine I ate a scrumptious dinner I hung out with my family and my best friend in the whole wide world I got tipsayyyy on a Tuesday night and managed to wake up on...
Yup. Just hit a pre-birthday bowl with my best friend whilst sitting out on the bench swing under a starry sky. Life is beautiful. 4 MINUTES, BITCHEZZZZ!!! PS: Yes, it did take me 3.5-4 minutes to write this 5-sentence piece of shit.
I wonder if tumblr will let me post this, or prompt me to change my password again.
Super sick tat
I got a wonderful surprise yesterday in the form of an email from financial services saying they’ll be depositing $980 of work study credit into my bank account next week. That means… I CAN FINALLY GET A SUPER FUCKING SICK TATTOO. But what should I get? Hmmm…
I really don’t think I’m smart. I’m just good at reading, memorizing, taking tests, and putting in a buttload of effort into my assignments. It bothers me when people call me smart. Hardworking? Absolutely. But smart? Eh. There are people out there who get worse grades and go to less prestigious schools (or no school at all) and are WAY smarter than me.
Anonymous asked: How are you doing with things with your ex?
I really fucking want to - no, NEED to - start over. I wish I graduated this year so I could move far away from here to a place where nobody knows me. Maybe I wouldn’t forget the past, but at least it wouldn’t haunt me the way it does now. Everywhere I turn I see a dead family member, a lost friendship, or my own fucking heart being ripped out of my chest. I’m not one to run...
These quote and pictures with sayings posts piss me off. Can’t anyone think and speak for themselves anymore?