When my friend texts: I see you
Can haz dis wedding please? →
OH MY SWEET WORD.
at the point where I’m so stressed out I’m actually becoming physically ill. life of a graphics student, I suppose.
my magazine goes to print tomorrow, FREAKIN THE FREAK OUT.
homework is hard to do when all you wanna do is frolic.
sometimes my life is like SCHOOL > life and then I realize that that’s crazy, and even though my education is important, I’m not on earth solely to go to class and write essays. that’s when i’m like, SILLY JESS school < LIFE. life being late-night talks with friends, drinking tea, thinking, dreaming, scheming, taking time to enjoy little things, running around,...
Anonymous asked: if you were a shark what kind would you be
Anonymous asked: how can one become as hip as you, i mean gee wiz dang golly
a conversation with myself
me: so I'll have an hour-long nap, get up, clean till 6 and then work on my essays
myself: muahahahahaha never
~ 2.5 hours later ~
me: aw crap, I slept in... everything is ruineddddddd
myself: muahahahahaha I am the ruiner of lives
me: guess I should start homework
myself: oh look, tumblr.
When someone rings my doorbell, but I wasn't...
SOMEONE COME AND SOMEONE COME AND SAVE MY LIFEEEEEEEEEEE. MAYBE I’LL SLEEP WHEN I AM DEAD BUT NOW IT’S LIKE THE NIGHT IS TAKING SIDES. ALL THE WORRIES THAT OCCUPY THE BACK OF MA MINNNNND, COULD IT BE, THIS MISERY WILL SUFFFIIIIICE. i hate essays, hard.
meh. mehhhhhhhhhhhhh. meh meh meh. mehhhhhh. mwehhhhehehehhhhhh. nyeh. meh.
what am I doing for St. Patty's Day?
convincing my friend’s friend that I’m engaged to Mike Hranica via Skype. I even have a ring and everything. (for the record, my friend started this, not me… just, yanno) WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?! yeah, okay, anyways, have a good night ya’ll.
gosh, right now I even miss OCtranspo. SOMEBODY STOP ME!