I look like Legolas with my hair straight and pulled back with no makeup.
Was not aware housing would become World War III mixed with the Hunger Games.
How about we play a game called stop waking me up every ten minutes for two hours.
People that defend bronies are pretty much just as bad as bronies.
So my laptop is broken and I lost everything I had and everything I’ve don’t this semester…
I did 16 pages of work and 2 out of my 3 group members couldn’t write a 100 word paragraph.
Awfully decorated dorm rooms make my heart hurt.
Or you can cut me off in class in the middle of my statement of something I’m passionate about and know a lot about.
I mean, that’s cool.
Fire drill is taking me away from the one Olympic event that I actually really wanted to watch.
I’m getting really sick of doing 10-14 hours of work every day.
My favorite memory about college so far happened when I wasn’t even in college.
It was accepted students day with a bunch of students and parents and we were on tour by the freshman dorms and a boy leans out his window and yells “send us your daughters” and all the dads were appalled and I was pretty much the only girl laughing and it still makes me laugh.
Someone hook me up with Max Parrot.