this is my life.

on tuesday,

 i drank 96 ounces of water.

my bladder didn't like it. 

aim and ignite

is the perfect spring cruising album.

it's on repeat.

i'm so in love with nate it's insane.

scramble with friends and drawsomething

have taken over my life.

like really.

i have over 1,599 draw something coins...
please note: this is after making eight "purchases."
#cantstopwontstop

this morning i remembered the happiest thing.
titanic 3-d tonight.
helloooo leo.

sidenote:
other than a few tv clips here and there,
i've never actually seen the film.
i remember girls talking about it in elementary school
and thinking,
"they watched a movie where you see boobies?!"
i was jealous.
not because of the naked boobie part,
but because they got to watch a pg-13 movie
and talk about it during recess.
i don't think my parents understood.
watching titanic could have secured me popularity for life.
instead,
they started me on a path that would result in
dojo sitting, poetry writing,
and theatre kid ways in high school.
and an obsession with moustaches,
unicorns, and robots in college.

i bet they regret not letting me watch it now.

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. 

currently

sitting in my room with the window open and the shades up.

looking at my color coordinated closet.

thinking i should vacuum today.

wondering way vacuum is spelled the way it is.

now it makes sense.

the c is the sucker and the u's are the filth on the floor.

my floor is not "filthy" just in need of a little suckage.

it's only tuesday.

well hello there most recent obsession

 

so nice to see you again.

|[currently]|

headache.

dying tree.

jimmy eat world on pandora.

incessant texts.

melatonin.

nevermind.

now it's the strokes.

birthday party tomorow.

take carlos in to get checked.

sooooooooo sleeeeeeeepy.

;lkj

i am currently:

listening to my damien rice station on pandora.

making labels for christmas cards.

wishing i was chewing on some gum.

dreaming of sleeping.

excited to go home.

dreading having to pack.

kkk. bye.

boop.beep.bop.

i just want to go robot hunting.

 

i love tumblr.

 

  

 

 

make it stop.

i feel like life would be a little better if i had

a unicorn pillowpet

and a harry potter snuggie.

or a weezer snuggie.

boo.

brain drain.

everyone is getting married.

it's kind of ridiculous and it's always after a month of knowing/dating/"loving" each other.

stupid grad student/teacher tried to call me out in class for texting by saying 

"let's make a new rule!  if you text in class you bring treats next time!  does everyone like that rule? you know who you are."

all the while she had this stupid, eager grin on her pale, pimple scarred face.  

and fyi sweetheart, i wasn't texting, i was playing unblock me.

and nobody in the class seemed to like your idea as much as you.

this power trip has gone straight to her head.

oh, and i hate her.

toy story tres made me shed a few tears last night.

growing up sucks.

i love my boss for bringing me a piece of delicious cake and bread leftover from lunch.

i was starving and chocolate fixes frowny faces.

i realized i forgot to plan in one of my classes for my winter schedule.

fml.

 

currently in the mood for...

black polka-dot tights.

more beautiful disasters like this.

green trees and random art displays.

good quotes.

 some more drama from my favorite "italians".

{all photos except for my guidos are via}