Let the wild rumpus begin, please.
Now I’m on Tumblr and I can’t remember.
That very best friend from when you were little who moved far away right before kindergarten. We used to eat donuts and play with racecars together. Now someimes I check up on you on facebook, and I think we’d still be best friends if you hadn’t moved across he nation. Sometimes he world is funny that way.
I hate everything.
I submitted the final draft of my english essay, finished my mountain of psych homework, applied to one college (7 more to go!), AND signed up for the SAT. I even had a snack. You tried to be awful, Wednesday, but you failed. Nice try.
I now welcome Lazy Thursday with open arms. Come to me sweet comfortable T-shirt and worn out jeans.
I’m cleaning (my metaphorical tumblr) house.
We’re All Stories=Never Knowingly Be Serious
The description might change, but I’m still Annie.
I started indecisively trying on themes, but like when trying on bathing suits I just got mad and gave up (and went to bed.) So the theme will change tomorrow.
Now your heads are filled with useless facts about my blog. Sweet dreams, Tumblr.
Sometimes it makes me end conversations uncharacteristically cynically. “I don’t care. I hate everything. I hate everything. I really do.”
Damn you, college applications.
but sometimes it’s just hard to be around family. All. The. Time.
and I don’t get to do anything that night because they won’t come home.
“You’re not going out?” My dad asks inquisitively after I told him that I’d be staying home this Friday night.
Nope! I’ve got a very special evening planned on the couch, and I’m quite excited.
My romantic line up is as follows: Taking breaks from Pottermore (Eeeeeeee!) to check Tumblr, watching the last three episodes of Doctor Who Series Six in preparation for “Let’s Kill Hitler” aka Rory Is A Bad-Ass and Punches Adolf Hitler in the Face, watching the new episode of Torchwood Miracle Day, and crafting the night away as much as I please.
I’m so stoked. What ever will I wear?!
I’ve been waiting for you all week. I hope you bring a weekend full of
That’s really all I want and need. I’ll even pull myself away from Tumblr tonight if you’ll just grant me these things.
530 more words of this? I don’t know if I can do it. Yes, I believe in this. Fervently! It’s just, I don’t know. Maybe I’ve got writer’s block or something. Maybe… Probably not. I probably need to drink a cup of tea, and concentrate. Not think about other assignments, or college, or people, or Netflix, or tumblr, or the cat, or snacks. Just this. Just focus on this. Write something you love. Write something that you’ll be proud of, and something to impress. Something that puts a little bit of you into it. Because honestly, how many things you write do that? Use adverbs, and adjectives, and a thesaurus. I hope that no one ever leaves, cause I don’t wanna be alone with me. Here comes. Stop typing Wombats lyrics. Focus, Annie! I know you like them. They’re catchy. Damn. Five more minutes of class.
Just kidding. I had no idea what to write about half way through my intro and just wrote that to look busy. Now I’m in the same boat, but it’s due by 1:00 AM. Alkjlkjdglkjglkajdg.
Because we’re surrounded by tall, unfinished metal building, a giant crane, a zone of the school that normally floods and is now covered in dirt and mud, and there’s a terrible storm full of lightning and and rain and danger.