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Jun 2

So far today, I’ve eaten Cheerios and water. And I’m just now getting out of bed to get ready to go to my brother’s high school graduation. Spare me the lecture, I know it’s not healthy. 

There’s absolutely no point to this post, so I’m ending it now, showering then getting dressed, and picking up coffee on my way to my parents’ house. And I’ll probably grab some cereal or leftovers or something there before the lilbro’s big moment. And then a dinner/movie night with some high school friends I haven’t seen in awhile. If I didn’t have to drive I’d be chugging spiked Monster all night long just to get me through.

Let’s hope the coffee and fake smiles cut it.

peace and blessings. xx

Jun 2

It’s almost 5am and I’m still awake. Says the girl who’s usually asleep by like 10. But I can’t sleep, I don’t know what’s up tonight. 

Sidenote: New celeb crush on Anna Skellern. And according to my friend Erin (who is dating a girl also named Erin), dating people who share your name isn’t weird. So this could totally be a thing. Right? Awesome, thanks for the support. 

Now I’m getting weird, so I’m going to take some meds and knock out until tomorrow. Or I guess, technically, later today. This insomnia stuff is confusing. Anyways,

Goodnight normal people, and good morning early risers.

Jun 2

You know what’s kind of beautiful?

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

(Source: timorleste)

Jun 1
I wanna go! Roomie, next spring break mmk? mmk. xoxo

I wanna go! Roomie, next spring break mmk? mmk. xoxo

Jun 1
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keepcalmanddrinkwater:

Press play and relieve your childhood.

(Source: simplejustin)

Jun 1

Reblog if you were born in the 90’s & you still don’t have a baby.

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Jun 1

Happy Pride Month!

Happy Pride Month!

Jun 1

6 pages worth of bullshit…

…about to be turned in. 

And then another 11-15 (combined) pages of bullshit will be written and turned in to their respective profs. How am I even passing right now?

This just happened

  • Me: Frantically searching my neck/shirt for my necklace
  • The Roommate: *weird look* What the fuck are you doing?
  • Me: The clasp is kind of broken on my necklace so sometimes it slips off...I thought I lost it and kinda freaked out for a minute
  • The Roommate: Oh...it looked like you were trying to find your boobs...
  • Me: ...They're not exactly hard to find.
  • The Roommate: I know. That's why I was confused.
dgb12:

credit to andi_23

This is now the wallpaper on my phone. #ohhappyday

dgb12:

credit to andi_23

This is now the wallpaper on my phone. #ohhappyday

(Source: favoritelittlelyrics)

It’s been one of those days…

I’ve been awake since yesterday, with the exception of two 1.5hr naps.

During those naps I had really terrible dreams and woke up incredibly freaked out.

I had a lacrosse “Transfer of Power” meeting with my co-captains and last year’s captains. It was very informative, and I love them, the only problem I had with it is that the school is hiring a legitimate coach so that the sport can become varsity. Don’t get me wrong, this is a good thing. But it also means that my senior year, I will have to choose between going out for the varsity team or continuing the club team as captain. Varsity would be cool, however, it would be a completely different experience from the club team, and because the club team has been so important in keeping me sane both this year and last year, I’m not quite sure I could justify giving that up and letting others miss out on such a great opportunity. Decisions, decisions.

During said meeting, I spilled scalding coffee all over my crotch. Not only did it burn, but it also looked like I peed myself. And I just washed those jeans yesterday.

I literally almost flushed a $10 bill down the toilet.

It’s cold and rainy today. 

I’ve had the hiccups for almost an hour. 

Yep, that’s about it so far. Yes, things could be much worse, but let’s pray that doesn’t happen, yeah?

I HAVE THOSE SHOES (And they also have sand in them from when I went to the beach last fall). Two pair, actually, because I love them so much that I wore out the first pair and bought a replacement…but anyone who knows me knows I suck at throwing out old shoes. In fact, if you scroll down my blog far enough, you will find an entire post dedicated to a pair of soccer cleats (RIP). I don’t know, there’s just something so familiar and friendly about a pair of shoes, especially ones that have seen you through so many miles, struggles, games, practices, countries, continents, adventures. There are so many memories tucked into a simple pair of shoes, and it’s so hard to throw them away. 
Also, her body.
(Excuse this post, it’s finals’ week. My brain has been deprived of sleep and food and been stressed and overworked for far too long already. And still two more papers to go #complaintover #sorryi’mnotsorry)

I HAVE THOSE SHOES (And they also have sand in them from when I went to the beach last fall). Two pair, actually, because I love them so much that I wore out the first pair and bought a replacement…but anyone who knows me knows I suck at throwing out old shoes. In fact, if you scroll down my blog far enough, you will find an entire post dedicated to a pair of soccer cleats (RIP). I don’t know, there’s just something so familiar and friendly about a pair of shoes, especially ones that have seen you through so many miles, struggles, games, practices, countries, continents, adventures. There are so many memories tucked into a simple pair of shoes, and it’s so hard to throw them away. 

Also, her body.

(Excuse this post, it’s finals’ week. My brain has been deprived of sleep and food and been stressed and overworked for far too long already. And still two more papers to go #complaintover #sorryi’mnotsorry)

loveyourselfcompletely:

Sometimes, when I compliment people, I’m afraid they will take it the wrong way and think I’m being creepy and hitting on them.

And then I remember that I’m just being awesome and if they can’t love that, then I’ll just complain about them on my blog.

hit-the-sky:

uswnt-addict:

mlswag:

juliyeahh:

Woah.

:O

dead.

oh, my, god.

If looks could kill…