I find myself completely mentally incapable of studying for finals. I am so done with school, it is beyond ridiculous. Luckily, I have a solid A average in every class and have not made below a 91 on a single test this year. So fuck yeah, procrastination.
Also, it is free movie night for my college at Cinemark. Lincoln for free at 6:45 vs. finals study. Competition: there is none.
I hate the process of writing, I hate everything I create from that process, I hate my dependency on needing to be a part of that process, and I hate myself.
Today is a fanfuckingtastic day.
Every October here at college, I’m like, “Jesus Christ, this workload could not be any shittier.”
And then November comes along.
It’s disturbing to think that I’m trying my best and these are the results.
Facebook fun of the day.
I used to think my political and religious beliefs were pretty radical.
And then I joined Tumblr.
And it’s my 10 month anniversary with my boyfriend today. It feels just as fun and exciting as it did at 2 months.
(I can be cute and corny sometimes.)
Sometimes I stop using punctuation when I’m sad. I’m like the opposite of Emily Dickinson.
I just can’t get into the Colbert Report. I feel like I’m betraying dear Jon.