Now one of my top 5 most hated activities. Up in 4 hours to continue the fun and excitement of relocating my (almost) 20 years of accumulated shit + more shit. Good news is my new house is cool as nuts and my room is enormous, bad news is the house is almost 200 years old and about 100% haunted. Geeze louise. Look forward to lots of stupid pictures.
Packing is less stupid with John Mayer crooning...
GodDAMN I almost forgot about the ear porn that is John Mayer.
Packing is stupid.
So are hangovers and signing up for utilities.
Spending mother’s day driving home from the mountains listening to my mom talk about/read excerpts from her “How to Raise Chickens for Dummies” book. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
I am a Weddington cast away. My mother took my car to Charlotte for the whole day and I have no friends here and I might have some kind of breakdown. My car is my only friend here and she’s been taken away and all I want is to crash a pool with my Game of Thrones book and a tervis tumbler of iced tea and maybe pick up some Pinkberry. Is that so hard? I spent my morning with some crazy bitch...
Full out ugly cry all the way to Georgia because my dad and I have been arguing over amendment one and he wont let it go. He is the exact reason why this amendment is happening. I’m disgusted and embarrassed and this is the reason I’m a political science and journalism major, so I can educate ignorant people like him before they put their sloppy hands on ballots. He’s also...
thebeabook: Lil’ Wayne feat Robin Thicke |...
Shopping is hard.
How did I just spend 74$ on underwear? What’s wrong with me? “Oh cool this bra’s only 35$ let me get 3 pairs of panties for 30$ too!” Ughhhhh. Update: I returned the panties for a more sensible pair of shorts. I haven’t ruled out going back to get them… or maybe I’ll pick up the impulse pair of lace shorts I almost bought at urban… I’m not...
FTW. Grey’s my favorite color so obvz I have to pick him. Also- I’m dying of a severe cold that has rendered me unable to celebrate drinko de mayo/derby day appropriately. Good news is I’m back home so my parents can still feed me margaritas and mint juleps under the name of “fluids” while bringing me other treats. It’s so good to be home.
My mom is old and is in a book club because that’s what old people whose kids have gone to college do. Her book club is notorious for picking terrible books (, and I happened to have gotten my procrastination from my mother who always waits until the last 2 or 3 nights to read the stupid book and gets all stressed out about it- but this is beside the point). Anyway… this month, her...
Working a quick American History review with The Decemberists before I’m done with sophomore year and stupid on-campus living and tiny beds forever. Cheers. to. that.
This time tomorrow...
I’ll be in my bed, all caught up on Gossip Girl, with a giant animal sleeping on me being fat and fuzzy and in the way. With no exams or papers or roommates or easy mac or anything but sleep and animals and Gossip Girl and giant beds. Also, I move into my house in 2 weeks AHHHHHHHH!!