powerade

i have not drunk a full 20 fl. oz of anything except water in a very long time. powerade is weird and sugary

my guitar is finally here at school with me. HURRAH

tessla- you’re beautiful

tay-i agree wit shoutouts

likewhat. Ugh. I should have stayed where I was happy and with my friends

I could not be more bored right now. Fucking a

there’s a burning in my heart

life is a funny thing sometimes

So much traveling this weekend. Damnit

TODAY TODAY TODAY 

i feel bad i woke michelle up getting packed and printing my bus ticket and errthang. i’m going to leave her soon, it’s fine.

so excited

fuck physics

all my classes..or well like 3/4 are a complete waste of my time this semester. fuck these intro freshman classes.

“when you buy an ipad you have to accept that it was made using sweatshop labor. it’s just something that comes with any of the highest technology. yeah, kids had to make it but it’s not our kids. and as long as we live in america we’re fine.” -what the fuck is wrong with people? like…i wish i was exaggerating this statement made in my college writing class

“we don’t actually want fairness and equality in society” well who the fuck are you?

Fucking fuck. This class is the entire bane of my Monday’s and Wednesday’s

I can’t

My English class infuriates me more than any experience I have ever sat through. My fucking teacher is a stubborn, self-righteous, overly-talkative woman. And the only correct opinions are those that she thinks are valid. That’s it. Like who the fuck does that? I need to get out of this class.

Where are the majority of the forces?

Looking through your facebook pictures is always a funny experience. It tells so much about a person. It makes me love you for all the funny faces and absurd moments you present to the world. And makes me realize how few pictures I have ever taken with you. The photos document the time I was shut off from everyone. All of my friends. When I would sit in my room. And wait for my heart to be happy again. In pictures, that time has come. Finally. But can you ever fully escape something like that? For good? I doubt it. Sometimes the sadness creeps back into my skull. A wispy black mist full of loneliness and longing that slithers in from the frigid January air.

the way he puts his arms around me

i am torn about the two commitments i have tonight. that happen to fall on the same hour. and poopy mcpoo

oh well. my life was HEAT this weekend, they will survive without me

so excited