I feel bad when I’m stuck in the middle. I can’t be sufficiently helpful to either one. I keep hoping it will blow over, and right now everyone is on the defensive. On a happier note darling Nicole is moving in with me (: if I would have had a roommate, it would’ve been her, and now she doesn’t have to deal with all that bullshit anymore. That’ll lift some stress off...
the meeting is on Tuesday, and I’m already over it. Betcha I freak just before my meeting though. Good news is that my parents offered to drive me up to see the boy <3 I can’t wait to finally see Rochester and to be with that handsome boy again and meet the roomies and other cool kids on the floor and the brother’s they’ve met on their adventures. today is an eat +...
I don’t even care. They didn’t come back up here and I’m beginning to wonder if they ever will. Not tonight at least. The only thing I feel is guilt, but even that is just a dull ache in my skull. He saved all of our asses, and I didn’t say thank you. I’ll tell him when he comes to get his keys. I’m too tired to think, to do anything. I tried to do something...
hey Alyssa! ALYSSA MILANO!– oh right, that’s me. haha, today is just going on non-stop. none of it has necessarily been bad, but this semester is not much to look forward to. I’m glad that I had Ben in my statistics class and Ashlee P in Society & Global Diversity because I would kiiiiiiill myself if I had to...
and please bless that someone will adopt us soon and the mommy and daddy will be nice and have a pet unicorn amen.
I want a tumblr best friend!
surferdude182: goddd, that look. I could just melt every time I watch Despicable Me. Those children were so damn adorable
In most cases I give myself a mental smack upside the head when I get to overly-emotional about something that doesn’t necessarily warrant it, but I just have to let it out whenever a break ends. The hardest part is always the night before he leaves and I have to say goodbye. I feel like such an idiot for crying… I’ll still talk to him, still see him on skype and if it goes...
I always feel like I have too much stuff. I like the process of packing, it’s just a puzzle that needs solving— trying to fit similar things into one bag, organizing and reorganizing. But I hate when I finally finish packing and realize that I have so much shit.
No two pages should have the same color theme.– (via clientsfromhell) ohmygod. barf.
dread dread dread
I’ve never been so reluctant to go back to school ever in my life. of course I miss my gwynedd family, but by going back to hang with them means I’ll be going back to terrible classes and another new roommate and running a whole bike share program practically on my own. I’ve been stressing out just thinking about it. I’m not looking forward to any of my classes, but I...