i always feel like a douchebag when i use getting my period as an excuse or a reason, but i’m getting my period so you can’t blame me for it.

toasterb0t:

I keep seeing all these musicians and actors and artists that are my age and talking about how they’ve been preforming or making art professionally for, like, 5 years now.

I am feeling totally useless and past my prime at 20.

THIS. SO MUCH OF THIS.

I always sit in class while kids talk about how they’ve been published and ladida acted in a bajillion plays, and half an hour into class I’m just like

At first I was like, “Sweetness, go get a Frappuccino, start yo day right”, but then I was like “….wait…….I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE NEAREST STARBUCKS IS!!!!!! Ok, Caribou? I DON’T KNOW WHERE THAT IS EITHER! OH GOD, HELP ME.” Transportation is also becoming a pain in my butt.

The logistics of Chicago have officially become a part of who I am and they are not making this trip home for a month easy.

My conversation with Anna. Woofsterz.

My conversation with Anna. Woofsterz.

I was JUST at 7-11, derpin around doing the whole “I’ll just awkwardly walk around this convenient store until a craving hits” but NOTHING HIT. So I’m all purchasing a toffee cappuccino and some fucking pasta salad thing because I couldn’t think up anything else. I get back to my room and then my body is like
FROSTEDDDDDDDDDDDD FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKES.
Herp. De fuckin. Derp.
Craving hits at the WRONG. TIME. Fuck off, body. I don’t need you.

I was JUST at 7-11, derpin around doing the whole “I’ll just awkwardly walk around this convenient store until a craving hits” but NOTHING HIT. So I’m all purchasing a toffee cappuccino and some fucking pasta salad thing because I couldn’t think up anything else. I get back to my room and then my body is like

FROSTEDDDDDDDDDDDD FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKES.

Herp. De fuckin. Derp.

Craving hits at the WRONG. TIME. Fuck off, body. I don’t need you.

Clean clean clean clean cleaning room

Being productive, throwin shit out, keepin it orderl— OH, HELLO OPI NAIL POLISH, CHARMINGLY NAMED “I’M NOT REALLY A WAITRESS”. Let me just slather you all over my hands.

That’s mah life.