.. between the smoking, drinking, strobe lights, black lights, black light shot glasses, glow in the dark stars, glow in the dark cups, to the the broken mirrors, broken black lights, the lost id’s and a kid being sent to the hospital.. and class hasn’t even started yet.
.. and this was only in my 20-25 person unit. There’s definitely been more incidents elsewhere at RWU - party hard or go home, apparently
yessssssss, now i really don’t want to pack. everwood & daria foreverr!
my bed is always cold.
only 40 minutes longer than i had hoped for, but that’s okay.
i think we’ve become strangers who just go through the motions of friends, and label it as best friends.
be good to me.
no, it was just my school books. :(
tumblr, y u do dis to me.
.. round 3?
trying not to procrastinate and packing some clothes.
i could see his spit as he talked on stage, it was fantastic. :)
it’s funny how the people, places, and events of my life are hardly ever on point. the people i want to see are never there when i think they will be, the things i need are never there when i look, and when i have all the time in the world, nothing happens, but when i’m short on time, there’s always something to be waiting on.
i think that’s the reason i am very big on planning things. when i plan things and decide exactly when i’m going to do them, how i will and where i will, things work out.
when you factor in other people, the timing just never works out for me. it’s quite unfortunate, actually. it’s like a harmony between other persons and myself cannot be reached, as though i am not meant to be with people.
alone, by choice or not.
no time, no energy, no patience, no shit.
I am always that guy.
that guy who plans everything
that guy who calls you/hits you up
I am the one that decides where we’re going,
why we’re going, how we’re going.
i am always that guy,
the one who actually puts an effort into things,
and gets them done, and done right.
my life is a joke.
i am a joke.
first off, room clean.
layered, long and asymmetrical.