I wonder what that means.
And then I look at the scribbled poetry in the margins of my notes and I’m reminded that writing is my first love. Although I zone out in classes and write the beginnings of stories, it’s what I love to do. That when nothing else makes sense, I can turn to writing and it makes things feel better.
this weekend was totally absolutely worth it.
I honestly just waste time by poking people back and talking to people who I can easily just IM if I need them. It’s time to buckle down and get those good grades.
But Tumblr gets a place in my heart (in moderation).
- Finish philosophy
- pretend that I actually know something about the Rwandan genocide for English
- Watch Hellcats
- Set alarms
- Brush teeth
- & sleep.
But I can’t help it if I like things to be pretty close to perfect and to run smoothly.