Pretty much my online scrapbook filled with thoughts and such. I want to look back someday and see what I was up to.
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I know I haven’t kept my word
Was doing pretty well, then my grades dropped down to shit. It’s a sign.
Goodbye tumblr.
I spend more time doing work for a 2 unit class than all my other classes combined. Truth.
This girl posted a really good deal on craigslist
So I haven’t brushed my hair in 2 days… If not 3. It’s a bird’s nest. I’m considering chopping it off. But money T___T (excuse my facial expression. Was sucking on boba) any thoughts?
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Omg!!! I know I’m not supposed to be on tumblr but this counts as “something amazing”. Student protesters against rising tuition barged into my Chem lecture and shouted “walk out!!” My teacher’s a cool guy plus we had Midterms so nobody did… God, I’m so mad bc I was paying too much attention to the “fight” I forgot about pointing my phone toward it… Anyway this guy stands up shouting “mutha fuckas *sticks middle fingers in air*” and the protesters cheered bc they thought he was going to join… Instead, he takes his binder, runs toward one of them and starts whacking them with it… Shouting “don’t you dare lay a finger on me mutha fuckahh.” bc supposedly one of them hit him while walking up and down the aisle… Would’ve been such a good video if I had paid attention T____T sorry. But it was intense.
Unless something utterly amazing happens, I think I’m going to stop tumblr for now. It’s consuming all of my time. My grades are suffering and so am I. Can’t sleep in class anymore :[ Farewell for now. Hopefully I can keep this up ‘til maybe Christmas
(via mailinh)
crazy ramblings
Good Morning World! It’s currently 2:48 AM PDT and I do not intend to sleep anytime soon. I’m not an insomniac. It’s just certain days, I can’t sleep. Anyway, in a nutshell, I stayed over at UCI to do a stupid project. Talk about last minute
-___- ‘twas due the next day man. Meh, we just needed to tweak a few things. My biggest concern is my chem “home” lab due Thursday along with yet another project. Zero done. I know that “working well with others” is a lesson on its own, but heck, what if I don’t want to work with anyone? EVER? I’ve known thees evuh seence I woos a wee lassie aboot tee age of seeks. (I’ve goot a bit o’ Scawtish in meh blood. ya dig?) Anyway, no really. Freshman year when we took those online tests or whatever to see what our future jobs were going to be, I got dolphin researcher. I tried again. Farmer. See? My life is going to be spent with animals, might as well lock myself in my room ‘til then because I’m already destined for a life of isolation, why not embrace it early? Ugh. On to my recap. My sister decided to be a brat this year and not go trick or treating because my mom didn’t let her slut up her lady bug outfit aka she didn’t want to wear a jacket so when my mom said, “You’re not going unless you put this jacket on.” My sister’s smart-ass reply was, “Sure. That’s ok.” So yeah. Sad child. She doesn’t understand how limited her trick or treat years are :’[ it saddens me.
Q : What do you do when you have writer’s block?
A : I don’t believe in writer’s block. I believe in writer’s embarrassment. That’s when you’re so embarrassed by the horrendous drivel you’re writing that you can’t bear to see it on the page. After all, you can always write something. I’ve discovered that giving yourself permission to write poorly is the gateway to writing well. It may not be good, it may not make sense, but that’s okay. After enough pages of meaningless drivel, your brain will uncover something interesting, and before you know it, you’re off and writing again.
I’ve also discovered that writing about why you can’t write allows you to discover what’s holding you back. Once you know what’s holding you back, you can face the problem and solve it.
- Richard Castle
Funny story about my grandpa
Well, I think so x) My aunt told me when she was younger, her and my grandpa were driving somewhere and he saw a car accident. It wasnt too bad, but the police were blocking the streets and my grandpa started shouting. He got out of the car and started pleading to police to please let him see his daughter. The police said no because no one is allowed near the cars. My grandpa kept pleading and he ran past them shouting out “Why! My daughter? Why! Oh God, why? Why my daughter?” He ran towards the car, then he ran all the way back. Police looks at him weird. Grandpa still crying out, “that’s not my daughter!” My aunt who was in the car told me she was so embarrassed. Everyone was staring. Even the girl who was in the car accident. The end.
I want to marry this kid or be him. Either way, genius. Right now, I’m so jealous. This is like the ultimate treehouse! Imagine going camping in it <333
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Edward Young
I don’t need you to tell me how sad you are because you did “bad” on an exam just so I can comfort you and have me tell you that your “bad” is actually good… really good at that. I have enough problems as it is. You got an A. Get over yourself.
