never will i ever.

i know i'm obsessed,

but this is ridiculous.

it looks more like a dead chinchilla

than a bike-stache. 

whhhyyyyy?!?!?!?!?!?!

i forgot my chapstick today.

fml.

fun.fun.fun.fun.

allz have to say is thank goodness for people like ayley.

the post she wrote about this song is spot on.

it's like she took the words right out of my mouth.

{iz lyke wiir twinz hur sumthen}

and i don't care how annoying you find that song,

it's the catchiest thing since biebsie starting crying for a baby.

i state this as fact because i couldn't can't stop singing it

especially on fridays. 

curse you rebecca black!!

i.need.help.

aS DLFKJlkjsdflksjdfklasd

i just got this text 

i'm kind of thinking/hoping it's not.

but i honestly wouldn't put it past him.

he just told me i "should be flattered."

grreat...

note to self:

butternut squash ravioli, 

while sounding exciting is no bueno.

tucci's i will never look at you the same. 

ever.

ai ya yai!!

i think i'm going bald.

 i keep finding stray strands of hair

my hair

on my desk at work.

why universe?!

wwwhhhhyyyyy?!!

i mean i'm only twenty-one.

is this premature baldness really necessary?

heck,

is "natural" female baldness really necessary?
:clarification:
i'm not actually balding.
there is no bald spot on my head.
but still!
if i keep this up i may be sporting a shiny cranium come christmas. 

if any of you have ever experienced this traumatic ordeal

please feel free to share your tips on keeping 

hair on your head

and not on your desk.

i'm about to have a heart attack and shave it off b.spears style.

jk. 

lollerz.

i ain't that kraysee.

waah.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

boo.

i haaaaaaaaate homework.

bless those brits.

cold hands

too much is happening too fast.
there's so much to say and no way to say it all in one sitting.
i know that no matter how much i talk there will always be more.
whether it's from your side or mine.
i want to leave but don't call me a quitter.
i'm not.
i just can't handle the insanity any longer.
this isn't the way i want to live.
i just want to be free.

4:42 am.

can't sleep.

not that tired.

wish i could sleep.

mostly because i know i'm going to die tomorrow.

eerr..i mean today...

fml.

........................

happy hump day* children.

here's a picture of me in a wolf hat.

cheers.

*hump day = wednesday.  if you didn't know that, we need to catch you up on life. 

gag me.

ew.

ew.ew.ew.

**WARNING** 

i have no problem punching you in the face if you own a pair of these.

seriously.

most hideous pair of "thong flat sandal boots" ever.

and yes, that is their real-life birth name.

undo.

sometimes i hate myself for doing things.

it wasn't necessary.
i hate my curiosity for always winning.
there shouldn't be side-effects but there are.
stupid. stupid. stupid.
if only i'd have known what the end result would have been.
i promise i would have fixed it sooner.
guess it's too late now.

da.

{via}

no bueno

well my dears, it's that time of year again.

finals week.

kill me.

after tomorrow it will all be over.

but for now i'd like to be put out of my misery.

kkk.thanks.bye.

occasionally...

i play the "what if..." game with my life.

bad idea.

are you kidding me?!!!!

i am not happy right now.

and i have absolutely no problem blaming you.

does that make me an awful person?

if you said yes, you should hear the story.

i think you'd start blaming too.

if you said no,

bless you.

static.

can't think.
can't write.
words float around.
nothing hooks.
everything hides.

satan's onions are red

...just like his panties...

Today I decided to put the red onion my mama bought me whilst I was home over the break to good use.  

Since I was craving a red onion and tomato salad I decided to make one.  The idea sounded really good at the time.  I was excited during the slicing and dicing process and even the first few bites were delicious.  But all the sudden my beloved red onions decided to attack!!  The assault was definitely pre-planned.  The evil little layers congregated in one giant purple mass on my innocent spoon and cheered on their way down to my poor unsuspecting tummy. 

Suddenly.  I didn’t feel too hot.

The only way I can describe the ruckus going on in my stomach is to liken it unto a woman pregnant with a ninja.  

My stomach felt like a oniony tornado and my esophagus was burning because of evil onion-ninja kicks. 

Don’t worry kids.  I didn’t toss my cookies.  But I have vowed to not eat onions for a little while.  My poor little estomago can’t handle the betrayal again.

Curse you satan onions….curse you!

Flavor of Frustration.

As I walk up the worn stairs to the fifth floor I am overcome with this….scent.
Body Odor.
Everywhere.
That is the smell of the library.
Stank people and their stank sweaty, stressed out selves.
It’s not very pleasant.
I am not a fan.
So after five hours of studying, smelling and laughing in the library we leave.

But not soon enough.
(insert expletive here)
I hate that.

Walk. Talk. Wait.
It was Jamba time.
I was excited.
I like Jamba.
Jamba’s make me happy.
But here’s the great debate.
Do I go for the standard (and oh so delicious) Mango Peach Topper
or do I dare try something new?
I dared.
Strawberry Surf Rider.
I like strawberries.
I love me some peaches.
So that means it will be good…right?
Wrong.
It was not good.
It was actually quite disgusting and disappointing.
The taste going in was just as bad as the taste that decided to live in my mouth afterward.
Thank heavens for Stride Spearmint gum and Burt’s Bees to take the nasty flavor away.

Two terrible aftertastes.
Two strikes.
One more and I’m out.
(re-enter expletive)