I go to a University that is less than an hour from my house and all my family. This is too close of a distance for me, but I make due with what little baby jesus has given me.
This one hour distance is apparently way too much for my family to deal with. Everytime I come home, which I just dread, my mom keeps telling me how “OH YOUR AUNT WAS HERE TO SEE YOU, YOU SHOULD CALL HER.”,”CALL YOUR UNCLE, HE KEEPS ASKING HOW YOUR ARE.”,”YOUR COUSIN WAS OVER WHEN YOU WERE SLEEPING, GO SEE HIM AND TALK TO HIM.”
God damnit, I go to a school that’s an hour away. I still see them all the same amount of time that I saw them before I moved. I feel like this calling bullshit is just way too much. I come home to escape school and to sleep. I don’t come home to just be bombarded with family revisiting and awkward telephone calls. So please, let’s put an end to this. Stop asking how I am, we both know no one cares and you’re just being polite.
What gets me through this is that I feel like the Kardashians go through the same thing. Kim and I are a lot alike you guys, two peas in a pod some would say.
So excuse me while I go make 3 phone calls which I’m going to bullshit my way through. Good day, tumblr.
MY GODDAMN ROOMMATE.
This is really awkward, A)because I actually wasn’t doing anything and B) because I can’t just get up and button them without the roommate spitting daggers into my eyes.
I do go here, and I did say that, but I’m growing to love this magical place, a little, just a little.
Always one step ahead of me tumblr, always one step ahead.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still want one, but did you guys notice that too?!
life is basically a big pit of darkness and evil. Your goal is to find that little ray of sunshine that’ll keep you happy and hold onto it for dear life.
Today is one of those days where I’m just going to give in. YOU WIN WORLD. YOU WIN TODAY. I ACCEPT THAT FACT THAT YOU JUST DON’T WANT ME TO BE HAPPY TODAY.
brb going to class/research/homework/job search/gym!
stressed with too much work? never…yea, always actually.
Hate hate hate hate hate
I don’t care what bitches say
I don’t even look their way
Look their way look their way
Wake up in the morning feeling like p diddy (because I imagine he’d have a hangover every damn day)
haters keep on hatin
sael enjoys them so go to the lefttttttttttttttt