Things I think.
I think of movies I want to watch with you, and witty things I’d say at funny parts to make you laugh harder, double-over-crinkle-your-eyes laughing, the good kind that hurts and that I’d tell you that you looked like something I couldn’t quite put my finger on and I’d tell you when I remembered and I’d tell you I’d get you the most thoughtful thing I could from...
I hate to put this up, but she really had a...
Today’s a bad day. One of those days where I don’t even try, just sit and wallow in my self-misery and let those thoughts slip back to the forefront of my mind where they don’t belong.
You wait little girl, on an empty stage, for fate...
I hate when I’m talking to one person, and a totally uninvolved party just jumps in with two feet to contradict what I’m saying. Like, casually informing me of a discrepancy is one thing, telling me that an hour and a half of tutoring on one day in a week can solve all my problems is another. This graduation project is shit. They won’t even let us do what we want with it. ...
I shouldn't really be upset.
Is it weird that all the songs in my “Bummin Out” playlist remind me of you in some way? It shouldn’t be. If I ever had a real conversation with you, I’d combust from nervousness. Like, I would flood the place with my palm sweat. I’m taken, sort of, you shouldn’t matter to me, it shouldn’t matter that you don’t pick up your phone, I...
I really miss having a sense of purpose in life.
Purpose- it’s that little flame that lights a fire under your ass :) I do miss it. And I think it’s a serious crisis that even the conference doesn’t give me one anymore. It’s just one more thing I have to get done. There are too too many of those.
Naive Cover by Lily Allen. Originally by the...
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
How did I end up on Tumblr?! This is ridiculous. There’s online English to be done.
Did you guys know this isn't blocked at school?
Well, I’m just sitting here at school, tumbling. Truthfully, I should be doing my online class, but it’s too hard to concentrate here. I never should have switched of English Teacher’s class. Granted, she’s not really my English Teacher anymore. I like to think that my English teacher is a cyborg. I’m never going to see her, and she posted an announcement saying...
Well hey there,Tumblr.
Every time I post on here I think about a dryer, because I think to myself, “Hey, I’m tumbling!”, and that makes me think of clothes. In a dryer, where they tumble and if you have a quiet dryer, you can hear them make that soothing clothes-in-a-dryer noise that Dane Cook talks about. Unless there’s overalls in there, and then the tranquility is ruined. I feel like...
All I want is some God-damn sausage.
And that stupid microwave from the eighties just doesn’t understand that.
and I’m always gonna wanna blow your mind.
I realize that there’s one person that knows I have a tumblr, sort of. I don’t think she’s been on yet. But I do have a formspring, so hey, be honest with me. http://www.formspring.me/torysoukup
Well, Jenn, I’m tumbling. I got in trouble for getting behind in an online class. My phone got taken away and I can’t go to the Hoot this weekend, but that means nothing to you because you don’t know what that is.