The girls down my hall think it's funny to steal, vandalize, and ding-dong ditch.
Apparently, quiet hours mean nothing here.
I'm always hungry because I don't have a kitchen.
Not having said kitchen makes me want to bake.
The one time I really need to get something done also happens to be the one time something that is apparently hilarious gets shared with my roomie.
Sometimes you have to accept the fact that you can't do any better, stop writing, and turn in the paper.
There is something seriously wrong with me when I am not happy with the 91 I got on my math test and the 92 I got on my English paper.
I hate Art, but I'm doing best in it.
I love my classes but hate the dorms. I don't know what to do about that.
I really do have a flavor of the week. Which has become a problem because I'm not used to the flavors wanting to be my pick.
You're never too old to take a nap... or miss your family.
Recently, I've felt the urge to put on dinkles and bibbers and run around like crazy.
When listening to a song I always associate a person with it. And it rarely makes sense.
I want to live in either Huntsville and send my kids to Randolph, or Smallsville and send them to all the schools I went to.
No matter how long friends have been apart, nothing will really change.
Sitting outside on a cool Florida night is soothing.
My pinky can predict the weather.
Ultimate Frisbee is the only sport I'm halfway decent at.
I will never marry Tim Tebow.
My first boy will be named Evan, no question about it.
If I ever got a tattoo it would be either a treble clef or an outline of a clover with "E.R.M." written in the leafs and it would go on my hip.
I am going to hate college until I graduate. Because I don't want to be in it.
I never realized how conservative I was until I got to college.
It's pretty sad that my greatest high school accomplishments are being marching band captain and almost winning biggest flirt.
Not knowing how things will turn out is killing me.
You're a Vanderbilt, and I'm a Buckley.
I still have an entire chapter of English to read and maybe a few pages of Art... so I better go do that.
Apparently, quiet hours mean nothing here.
I'm always hungry because I don't have a kitchen.
Not having said kitchen makes me want to bake.
The one time I really need to get something done also happens to be the one time something that is apparently hilarious gets shared with my roomie.
Sometimes you have to accept the fact that you can't do any better, stop writing, and turn in the paper.
There is something seriously wrong with me when I am not happy with the 91 I got on my math test and the 92 I got on my English paper.
I hate Art, but I'm doing best in it.
I love my classes but hate the dorms. I don't know what to do about that.
I really do have a flavor of the week. Which has become a problem because I'm not used to the flavors wanting to be my pick.
You're never too old to take a nap... or miss your family.
Recently, I've felt the urge to put on dinkles and bibbers and run around like crazy.
When listening to a song I always associate a person with it. And it rarely makes sense.
I want to live in either Huntsville and send my kids to Randolph, or Smallsville and send them to all the schools I went to.
No matter how long friends have been apart, nothing will really change.
Sitting outside on a cool Florida night is soothing.
My pinky can predict the weather.
Ultimate Frisbee is the only sport I'm halfway decent at.
I will never marry Tim Tebow.
My first boy will be named Evan, no question about it.
If I ever got a tattoo it would be either a treble clef or an outline of a clover with "E.R.M." written in the leafs and it would go on my hip.
I am going to hate college until I graduate. Because I don't want to be in it.
I never realized how conservative I was until I got to college.
It's pretty sad that my greatest high school accomplishments are being marching band captain and almost winning biggest flirt.
Not knowing how things will turn out is killing me.
You're a Vanderbilt, and I'm a Buckley.
I still have an entire chapter of English to read and maybe a few pages of Art... so I better go do that.
<3 Gossip Girl.
ReplyDeleteSo now Alex isn't the only person that wants to be me! bloggggging!
Nope, I wanna be Chrissy Lake too!!!
ReplyDeleteGossip Girl is the best. <3 But that line is too true.
I LOLLED so much at this.
ReplyDeleteI love napping. Germany makes me want to nap.