pattern

it was only natural 

for me to document my face 

during my last finals week ever.

i hope my future children 

can appreciate the fact that

all my self-portraits from 2011-2012

generally include 

closed eyes, pained expressions of happiness,

strained smiles and peace signs. 

pre-final study time. 

post-final elation

pre-graduation walk.

sidenote: 

even though none of these pictures are instagrammed, 

they are a perfect example for why i don't instagram.

if people knew how many pictures 

i actually took of myself 

and how many different filters i use

on one picture,

i'd be the laughing stock of the instasociety. 

srsly....

sooomanypictures. 

this is a giant memo addressed to the following:

bubble sheets.

essays.
"participation points."
mandatory attendance.
expensive books.
"required reading."
homework.
midterms.
finals.
giant lectures.
night classes.
parking nazi's.
procrastination.
grades.

you and i are officially dunzo.
i've waited so long for you to be on this list
and now that you're finally here,
it feels fantastic.

sidenote:
 there is not a quote, episode, gif, picture, video
or any additional form of media
from parks and rec that is not applicable to my life.
i'm serious.
it completes me.

currently.

i'm in bed under a thick layer of blankets.

there is cinnamon apple tea in my cup

and saltine crackers on my nightstand.

other than the sound of my typing

and the slight hum from the heater,

my classical station on pandora 

is the only thing that can be heard.

i'm the last one left in my apartment.

i can be as loud as i want.

blast my pulse.pump playlist and

dance like a maniac in the front room

or play my guitar

and sing at the top of my lungs,

but i'm not. 

sometimes,

it's nice to be surrounded by silence.

it's comforting to shuffle around a quiet apartment,

knowing i can speak 

but keeping my thoughts inside, 

treating them like secrets i can't even share with the walls. 

it's not as lonely as i thought it'd be, 

sitting in an empty apartment, 

surrounded by boxes of my packed up life. 

it's not lonely at all. 

it'll all be worth it when you reach 1:16.

i am torn.
so so torn.
i can't decide if this is adorable or horrifying.

team adorable
it's a baby singing "baby."
he knows what the words mean and when to break it down.
he knows all the words.

team horrifying
it's a baby singing "baby."
he knows what the words mean and when to break it down.
he knows all the words.

on a side note, i'm done with finals.

woot wooooot.

little white lie.

done & done.

finale!

i am done.

i am done.

i am duh-uh-uh-uh-unnn!!!!

that is the little diddy i've been singing since i finished my

LAST final at 8:38 this morning!!

waaahoooooo!!!!

now you won't have to see this stressed-out-it's-finals-week face until august!!

sidenote: if you would like to hear the tune to that brissa original, just let me know and i'll sing it for you.