1 hour ago
True life: my roommate thought that clementines were miniature apples. She worked at a farm stand over the summer.
Oh, hello 2 a.m.
No, I am not packed.
Yes, I am getting up by at least 9:30 a.m. to shower and pack my car.
Cool.
2 days ago
Two of the three internships I applied for today are in California...
here’s to hoping?
3 days ago
Here’s the official music video for Where Astronauts Go to Hide’s “The House That Kevin Garnett Rebuilt”
I made it and you should watch it and share it!
This is amazing!
via fatcity
4 days ago
Does this link go to the Bing Crosby holiday station? It should. «
I should have been born in the 20s or 30s.
The next year and a half...or five.
This is a post was inspired by a post by bemore, a couple of heart-to-hearts with bigheartbeat, and finals week.
I’ve been thinking a ton lately on where I want to be in the next months, a year, multiple years, etc. and I’ve come to find that I have no freaking clue. Either that, or I’m too unorganized to know. There are so many things I want to do in life, but I don’t exactly know what I want to be or do career-wise. I’ve been really worried about my grades lately (they aren’t terrible or anything) but it took me til today to realize that they won’t really matter 2-5 years down the road. I’m over people being caught up in the messiness of grades and banking everything on that this year. It’s not worth it to me. I’m also worried about finding an internship within my field. I don’t want to end up like some of the people in my department and do something they hate for the summer and have nothing to show for it. I just can’t wait to get out of here and move on from this scene of my life into the next.
I don’t know a lot about what I’m going to do with my life, but I know what I want. I want to live in Chicago. I want to adopt a dog. I want to find a guy who loves old movies, coffee, music and family just as much as I do. I want to keep in touch with the friends that I know and love. I want it all.
Sorry for the rant, but it was needed. The weekend kind of freaked me out, and I’m going stir-crazy in my room.
Give me a letter, word, sentence, ANYTHING...
and I bet that my roommate could come up with a story about it. And not shut up while I’m studying for finals.
5 days ago
WOAHHHHH
Keep it down there killa.
Christmas Couture with @bigheartbeat. Ohhhh finals weekend.
1 week ago
People really irritate me sometimes.
Does the fact that it is the week before finals and I have had at least 20 things to do since Monday mean anything? It’s stressful. Why is that hard to understand?
