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When given the ultimatum above, what would your answer be? It’s kind of a weird one. You don’t think you’d have to make these kinds of life choices, but SURPRISE, life has a way of bringing about the weirdest most random and awkward situations when you least expect them.
Luckily, I went home, dignity intact and breasts securely tucked away from drunken sailors. Not that I didn’t have fun. Those odd, unexpected, completely random nights are what I live for (omg public schools are so random).
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The whole half pony tail thing will never work on me. I just tried it and ended up looking like Orlando frickin’ Bloom in Lord of the Rings.
Legolas isn’t exactly sexy.
Moral of the story… NO HALF- PONYTAILS!
Miami, my love
You are so warm and sunny
So fuck Northwestern
The beach and buildings
Call to me: Alessandra
We love you; you’re home!
Kubrick has taken over my life for the past 12+ hours but, alas, I am finally free of him and of all academic responsibility for the next week a…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
It’s times like these I wish I went to a fucking state school. I do not need to run into certain people all the time. FML.
In preparation for the concert I will be attending next month, I listen to M. Ward for about 3 hours today and this song just sprang out at me.
It’s such a perfect song about life. It can have so many interpretations and apply to so many things.
The roller coaster can be as complex as a relationship or life, but it can also be as simple as the literal amusement park ride. The guitar, too, is just so charming and it just casually plucks through with ease while the cheery piano picks up and drops off as we weave in and out of the chorus. A perfect 10; can’t wait to see it live!
I am currently consuming my fourth Red Bull of the night in an attempt to finish a research paper on Latin America. As I do this, I wonder if this much Red Bull is worse than doing a line of coke. Could the illicit drug I am arguing against in my paper really be worse than this pee-colored, overly-caffeinated, sugar-free concoction I am currently sipping on?
I feel like I’m going to die. No more Red Bull!!!!
I’m currently in the library, watching “Maria Full of Grace” and it has just dawned on me that I actually have to write 20 pages of intelligent argumentation and analysis by Monday. I also have to move to the 3rd floor. On the bright side, I don’t have to smuggle coke across borders.
