Furrealz, any takers?
Furrealz, any takers?
Charlie (boy): Is it proper to put a question mark next to an exclamation point in a formal paper?
Charlie (boy): But what if it is an urgent question?!
Charlie (boy): Well, I guess I will just have to stick with the question mark. Maybe two question marks?!
Charley (girl): Then a smiley and a heart!
Charlie (boy): Well I guess my professor won’t understand my tone.
Charley (girl): maybe you should sign your paper with xoxoxoxoxoxo
Me: We’re all definitely getting A’s.
where you start cramming but then you turn to your trusty TI-83 and calculate what grade you need on this final to get a __ and then you realize that you [couldn’t possibly do that poorly] / [are completely fucked] so you give up and plan to waste the rest of the time you have for the test and get drunk immediately after.
WHATEVER I’VE BEEN STUDYING FOR WEEEEEKS.
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
home is wherever i’m with you.
what the FUCK did we just do?
il dolce far niente (the sweetness of doing nothing)
(aka the random thoughts of Samantha at this moment)
but we’re not doing nothing. we are breathing, living, manifesting, BEING. we’re making daisy chains, hula hooping, eating popsicles and probably not going to class because the sweet sounds of moe. are simply just too sweet and sexy.
Charley just told me to “do it now, do it now, do it NOW.” Isn’t it marvelous how someone reminding you of three simple words can change the course of your entire week?! and it’s ONLY MONDAY. so much time left. Yesterday, Caroline and I did some spring cleaning in the room, opened our blinds for the remainder of the year to let the sun shine on us.
Spent the weekend with Sophie and Blair, along with some new friends, Bash and Pat. How marvelous they are. We were lost in music and honesty all weekend. I’m scared of being away from them next year. Not because time and distance could potentially tear us apart, but because there are going to be so many instances that I’ll want them right by my side.
Just looked down at my ankle. “So Ham” Today it means “I Am Happy.”
Peace, love, Bassnectar.
when all else fails…..THROW DOWN ON THE DANCE FLOOR.