it’s honestly such a pain going to places with people that can’t drive lol. it sucks carpooling too when that person has to leave earlier when everyone else still doesn’t have to leave it…but i admit, i’m guilty of that lol and everytime it happens i think to myself i knew i should’ve just drove myself.
i think this was the second time i had dreamt about you. it’s weird. in the dream, it’s like we were too close and comfortable to be “just friends.” but in reality at one point…we were near that stage at just bad timing. i still trust you but idk if we’re as close but we still talk..even when you’re off, we aren’t total strangers. i remember you and me so clearly.
i feel like i never stop worrying. it’s constantly one thing after another. man how am i suppose to live my life to the fullest. maybe after graduation things will get better, i can’t possibly have worries after i graduate…lol watch my worry be ”what if my roommate is a psycho???” oh wow watch me actually worry about that over summer. or “what if i get shot in tracy when i go to CC???”
lol gg. i got in my only out of state school and i see it as a “safety” school but my dad doesn’t. i mean it’s not horrible …ranked 37 for national universities but just so far. i honestly dont know how these websites rate colleges. and i cant believe i ever actually CONSIDERED going to the same college as you. “goood my ass” my parents wouldve whooped my ass even if i brought up the name of it. ranked 152 for national universities. ok.
all you reblog is sex but too bad youre never gonna get any. lol.
i feel like everyone is asking the same questions over and over for assassins. they’re already complaining so much about the rules when they havent even tried it yet. actually i give props to those that even took the time to read the rules. oh my god i cant deal with these fuckers. 4 more months. just 4.
Hey DV, we would whoop your ass anyday. your star testing and gpa aint shit. BET YOU GUYS FUCKING CHEAT YOUR WAY FOR THOSE SCORES TOO HUH. but hey, at least you guys live up to your name! pussycats. meow.
planning things is boring.i think it’s sometimes the most unexpected/ unplanned things that turn into great memories. from the top of my head, every memory that i can recall of me being happy were unplanned. all of them went something like …”so what now? you guys wanna go __?” “yeee why not.” but again unfortunately, those were all the times i came home at 1-2 am which worried my parents…
lol i cant omg. my friends and i hung out that one friday at this clubhouse that only residents can access and our friend left us to do something for couple of hours and within those hours we managed to get in trouble and was on a lockdown in the clubhouse oh but wait, 3 of my friends escaped so when my other friends and i tried escaping we got caught, and that stubborn fucker called the cops on us lololol for “trespassing” but they couldnt do shit cause we weren’t lying about anything. but our friend that lives there got the letter telling her to respond, and we were all saying how respond with ”k and btw you spelled my name wrong bitch.” our friend is moving anywayy, doesn’t matter