I've come to realize that no matter what people say, the easy words they use in an attempt to soothe you because they assume that you have delicate feelings, they are always full of shit. Always. And I'm so tried of it. The vagueness, the all around asshole behavior, the words that amount to absolutely fucking nothing. I like to think that I'm a ( Read more... )

So....Fauzia may not be living with Sunny and me next year.  And that means that there will be two rooms up for grabs. So, if you need a room and want to live in the new building you should live with us. We're all right. We don't bite or spit or any other of those weird things that crazy people do. I mean, we do sing off key sometimes but I like to ( Read more... )

I'm so fucking tired of writing papers. SO TIRED. I just want ot go home to Las Vegas, see my family and have an all around kickass time. But there are a few things preventing me from going home to my wonderful bed and house and dad and late night Happy Hours with Barbra. Hurry up, 15th. I'd really appreciate it. 

I am so hungover. Everything hurts. Everything. I still haven't learned that me and tequila are not friends and that I can not drink from 5:30 pm to around 2:30am. For some reason, I don't think my body appreciates this very much. And seeing as this has become a nightly occurance, I would really like to know how I'm going to write two papers by ( Read more... )

How can you not notice a bruise that's been on your boob for more than three days?

P.S.

I think that hanging out with the Junior group is going to ruin my life in that really really fun way.

Hilton Head after school ends? Fuck YES, please!

Trying to figure out where you're going to be staying during Spring Break blows. I really don't want to be stuck on campus by myself with a box of Ramen.

I am so hungover and I have to go wash cars. Thanks for the Dos Equis Taryn. You made my week a lot better.

Next week could be fun or next week could be awful. Either way there will be chocolate and sterling silver jewelry. I've never had a great Valentine's Day but hopefully this one will be different.  As long as I don't get anything spilled on me or get so drunk that I knock the dishes off of the table I will be fine. Once I knocked over a candle and ( Read more... )

I feel sick. I don't know if it's from the whiskey on an empty stomach or the program on childbirth that I just watched. I wanna say it's from the whiskey, but then again seeing a vagina being ripped open by the abomination known as 'child' isn't the most uplifting thing. After this woman finishes giving birth and they stitch her back up so her ( Read more... )