March 2011
I just remembered that sometime this week I intoxicatedly made a large number of people make a pinky swear with me…
February 2011
yay! hmmm maybe this evening?
loveeeee
I want:
- shrip pad thai
- crab rangoon
- a peppermint mudslide
- mozzarella sticks
- cheesey bread
oscars 2011
are no fun
You don’t have a soul.
You are a soul.
You have a body.
” —C.S. Lewis (via bluebusybee)Too stressed to function.
Too much drama, especially of the kind where I don’t know whats going on.
Holing up in my room for now.
Gonna get that paper done.
too many feelings
too much guilt
dilemas
complicated situations
and not enough fucking honesty and up front-ness
Chillin with Emmaboo now, then headin to the birthday shenanigans :)
started with jello shots in the quad
moved onto beer and kings
someone took a body shot off of me
ended up at emerson
apparently i almost got brought home by a girl
but one of my friends stopped me, which is probably a good thing
i couldn’t tell you the girl’s name (even though i know she told me multiple times) or what she looked like
its definitely bad, the way that i go looking for validation
went back to jess’s with people and hung out and now i made it home. the end.
Apparently while I was blacked out last night and really sick Nina came over to help take care of me and out of the blue I said “YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ETHNOGRAPHIC DIVERSITY”
Um? I don’t know what that is?
oh smith college
so fucking upset
tonight was really good
really, fucking really?
- 2 hours of dance rehearsal
- quick rinse off and grab da booze and da ladies
- head to the quad
- get fucked uppp
Hah so small
I’m Sophie. I was 2 age groups down from you, but I knew Shosh
Emily Maguire, Introduction to “Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture 2010 Edition.” One of the hardest parts about feminism is not judging.
(via jimmypage)
Automatic reblog. Every time.
(via pastelito)
