I need comfort food.
and Matt, but no. He’s 2,000 miles away playing football.
no no no no no.
I wanna snuggle :(
IT’S SUNNY AND 60.
GETTING SOME FRESH AIR, SOME VITAMIN D THAT I DIDN’T GET FROM OCTOBER TO RIGHT NOW.
I just remembered that one time I saw a first edition Grapes of Wrath at the Half Price Bookstore and my mom refused to buy it for me.
I’m still bitter about it.
I don’t care. have your own views on it, just don’t try to show it down other people’s throats.
Existing is just going through the motions of life and not doing what you love and really sucking the marrow out of life. Living is doing that, carpe diem, all that shit.
There are 4 stanzas in Yeat’s Easter 1916, each stanza has 16 or 24 lines.
4/24/16— April 24, 1916
THE DAY OF THE EASTER REBELLION.
I’m shitting myself over here. I love English so much. omg omg omg.
My new hero.
I have been waiting in the ED office for almost an hour. Maribeth is a chatter box.
I’m sitting here listening to get low by Lil Jon thinking of the time Nicole and I got distracted at a party from getting our coats and just rocked out to this song.
lol. Listening to my Irish music just brings back so many memories. Like the fact that every time we drive on the N-17 my dad BLASTS that song.
I need to stop procrastinating.
I was dragged to too many Gaelic Storm concerts as a small child to like them this much.
I’m listening to fall out boy while writing my research paper. appropriate.
I’m eating an organic cookie that claims to be healthy.
There’s 200 calories in HALF a cookie.
Also deciding to withdraw from Irish history was the best decision of my life.
The future teacher in me loves it.
My teacher said I could include the L’Arche trip for my service hours… I currently have 33 hours. partyin partyin ya!!
What is this fuckery.
I saved Matt.
Haters gonna hate.
Telling Angel I wasn’t going back to camp was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
Words cannot describe how low I currently feel.