This is the reality Patrick and I live in....
Patrick: In the real world, we need to stay together and remain college aged and socially stunted instead of meeting others and growing as a person.
Me: Sounds like a plan to me. I've done all the growing as I person I need to do.
Patrick: Yup. I'm basically at the pinnacle of my social maturation. I'm awesome. Never changing. Thanks.
Dear tumblr friends,
You guys are all cool, pretty hip or what not. So, maybe, you can you tell me why everyone is all about Tyler the Creator of Odd Future? I listened to a few of his tracks, and I’m not sure I can get down with lyrics littered with rape references and homophobic slurs. Wait. Scratch that. I know I can’t get down with those lyrics. In looking at responses to the criticism, I don’t...
In one of my classes, we talked about what it means to go home. Can we take all that we have learned in this incredibly privileged space concerning our studies and ourselves, and take it back home, back to our parent(s)? That day reaffirmed how fortunate I am to have a mother who will always be home to me. She’s someone to whom I can tell everything, and she’s been with me on...
Stuff I do like:
Stuff I don't like:
Frozen Yogurt (the bastard child of ice cream) Taylor Swift lyrics (i.e “But all you are is mean. All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life. And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean.”) Non - prescription glasses (i.e Buddy Holly frames. Does this mean I can finally wear my bedazzled, non-functioning hearing aid? Thanks, fashion!) Bad manners H.R. 3
Question(s) I asked myself this morning:
Have I always been this big of a bitch? If not, when did this transformation happen?
I just got an event invitation for a pillow fight flash mob. Why the fuck would...
A moment of solemnity amidst celebration.
Tonight, I did not celebrate a death, but my appreciation for the troops, the victims of 9/11, our President, and the profound significance of this event. These celebrations do not necessarily signal a lack of brevity. My thoughts, for example, were with my Uncle Alex who was in the Pentagon the day it was attacked, and my mother who was also working in DC on that day. I’m sure others are...