What's In a Name?
Here’s the deal: my family is getting a new dog this summer. What we know: we are getting a beagle or beagle mix. What we don’t know: what we are going to name it. Here’s our list of possibles so far: bagel captain scout bishop castle beckett Any thoughts? Other name ideas? Favorite from the list?
While writing a really long rant about how upset my parents made me, I realized halfway through that I wasn’t angry anymore. Apparently the act of writing is emotionally draining and has drained all my angry emotions away. So, I guess this personal rant is not much of a rant anymore. Oh well. The end.
If you couldn't tell already....I just finished...
waking up at your computer to find that your nose...
Reblog if you pronounced Hermione's name wrong...
Actually no, I pronounced her name wrong until I read the fourth book in which she teaches Viktor Krum how to say her name, simultaneously teaching all the readers that were smart enough to catch it.
my mom playing cards: “All it takes is one hand for me to go down completely and then youve got it in the butt” me in the next room: “That’s what she said!!!!”
Happy, Healthy, HUNGRY
Not going to lie, swimming this morning was brutal…but really really satisfying at the same time. Woke up at 6am, got to school at 7am and swam for an hour and a half. I started off easy and tried to work my way up, attempting to recreate my high school swim practices. It didn’t go too well. I was already exhausted and my shoulders were sore after only finishing a 200 warm up (8 laps)....
I don’t think I have experienced anything in the recent past that is as depressing as trying on all my old high school swim suits and finding out that none of them fit. I joined an intramural swim team and starting tomorrow I will be swimming at my college pool on tuesday and thursday mornings. Monday night finds me getting all my stuff ready for the morning (that is how excited I am to...
weekend. so far. epic.
thursday night. hollywood. tiger heat. gay men. kesha night. glitter. sweat. dancing. bass pumping. hearing damage. 3:30 a.m. sleep. friday morning. 8:00 a.m. logic class. grumpy. sleep deprived. starbucks. friday night. party. beer pong. jungle juice. lasers. smoke machine. blacklights. egyptian rat screw. dancing. messing with drunk friends. 2:00 a.m. sleep.
Why am I so terrified of waking?
I know that when the story ends The one that’s in my head Well, I’ll be alone again -“In Sleep” by Lissie
Thoughts on a Friday Ruined by Sickness
Having a stuffy nose really sucks. However, that one instant where everything magically clears up and you can breath perfectly for a few minutes makes it almost (but not really) worthwhile. I really wish my high school color had not been orange…but it was. Due to this fact, all of my high school jackets and sports apparel are rendered unwearable. Not because I dislike the color orange,...
Dear Rihanna, Chains and whips may be able to turn you on, but its brains and wit that excite me.