I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.
- Lucille Ball (Love, Lucy)
EITHER HE’S PLAYING SOME SORT OF WAITING GAME AND TOYING WITH MY EMOTIONS, IN WHICH CASE HE’S AN IMMATURE FOOL AND THIS WILL END BADLY, OR HE’S JUST NOT INTERESTED IN ME AND HAS SOMEONE ELSE IN MIND, IN WHICH CASE HE’S A FOOL WITH VERY POOR TASTE AND THIS WILL END BADLY. EITHER WAY I NEED TO STOP WAITING FOR A PHONE CALL.
WOW. THERE IS LITERALLY ALMOST NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY ROMANTIC LIFE AND MY JOB SEARCH. THAT IS REMARKABLY DEPRESSING.
My life in general
JÄGER BOMBS? MORE LIKE JÄGER BLANKETS, AM I RIGHT? I CAN’T EVEN FEEL MY FACE RIGHT NOW I’M SO COMFORTABLE. WHERE’S MY PHONE? I HAVE TO CALL TARA AND TELL HER HOW DRUNK I AM.
the world is my oyster sucka
so im so happy that i meet the minimal requirements (gpa and gre) to get into to grad school at lsu like shout it from the mountain tops excited. i havent applied yet or anything but there is hope and thats what im so elated about. i never thought i would even go to college and now im pondering which schools to apply to and potentially attend. i guess the whole point of this is just to tell some one anyone because i need to before i bust
