January 2011
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2010/2011
What the hell have I been doing the past 365 days?
Here’s to 365 days more productive than the last!
December 2010
27 posts
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Today I realized that I am not ready for Graduate School.
Therefore, I will not be applying.
Cheers to living at home next year!
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ahem.
To the bitches who asked me, the girl who isn’t your server, for ketchup, and then didn’t use it, which I noticed after busing your table, I hate you.
I hope the Starbucks guy takes your order and doesn’t give you your drink, because jerks, like you, are the reason people, like me, want to scream at the end of the night.
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Too many romance languages
Switching between Spanish and French is probably the most complicated thing i’ve ever done. I keep getting mad at myself for dropping articles in Spanish even though you’re supposed to. When I accidentally drop one in French, I keep wondering why it’s wrong. Language fails all around.
I probably shouldn’t open that Italian textbook I have at home. It might just ruin my...
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For some reason
Chinese food is immensely more satisfying when you go pick it up, as opposed to having it delivered. My all nighter is ready to commence.
Positive thoughts
I will attempt to be a cheerful bridesmaid. I will not project my thoughts of marriage into this. I will try to be just giddy as all of the other bridesmaids. I can do this.
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I should probably get a boyfriend who speaks french, because when I get sleep deprived and delusional I speak it better than english. It’s boring to only be funny to yourself. Only a few more pages to go.
I’ve been singing:
Le chat a chanter du kiwi sur la chaise.
for the last twenty minutes.
You know what I hate/like?
mremiliodelgado:
pannycake:
protejai:
When I’m dancing like
and some creep comes up behind me and dances like
And I turn around like
And he’s like
And I’m like
And I walk away like
And he play’s it off like
and then I see a fine shawdy dancing like
And I’m like
and I go over to him and we start dancing like
and then a bad ass song comes on, and we’re like
And...
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