I have not seen my dorm since 8:30 this morning.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
boys in the polos
History repeats itself. Maybe that's why I study it.
Maybe that's why I don't want it to be the same as it always is.
Maybe that's why I don't want it to be the same as it always is.
Monday, September 19, 2011
hands up
friends, at a football tailgate.
cute, right?
Got my blonds on the left and my brunettes on the right
Thursday, September 15, 2011
senior year (part two)
This is honestly the beginning of the end. There are so many things that are running through my head..
here are a list of them.
1 - MATH?? ONLINE!!???!!
2 - What am I going to do after I graduate?
3 - I can't wait to graduate!!
4 - I want to stay in college forever
5 - Ugh, Lynchburg is lame
6 - I should find apartments on craigslist, in Lynchburg
7 - I need to run!
This is not the time to worry though, I need to set all of this aside and just live this year out like it was my first - with excitement and no worries. Everything else will fall into place, because let's be honest, it always has.
On another note, I went bridge jumping.
here are a list of them.
1 - MATH?? ONLINE!!???!!
2 - What am I going to do after I graduate?
3 - I can't wait to graduate!!
4 - I want to stay in college forever
5 - Ugh, Lynchburg is lame
6 - I should find apartments on craigslist, in Lynchburg
7 - I need to run!
This is not the time to worry though, I need to set all of this aside and just live this year out like it was my first - with excitement and no worries. Everything else will fall into place, because let's be honest, it always has.
On another note, I went bridge jumping.
I
was escorted out of the rot, missed the all night of prayer and had to pay for a new flames pass.
Times are interesting, folks.
Times are interesting, folks.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
btw
we're headed to hershey park tomorrow! last week we were in ocean city, new jersey. 20 salivations and 3 baptisms to sum up the week. Happiness or satisfaction consists only in the enjoyment of those objects which are by nature suited to our several particular appetites, passions, and affections. These, my dear friends, are not my words, but they speak it. They speak the feelings and emotions that coincide with the inner of one.
I'm going to pack now. I'm going to fill my suitcase with love, and hope that tomorrow will not result in heat strokes. Or Friday :)
bye
I'm going to pack now. I'm going to fill my suitcase with love, and hope that tomorrow will not result in heat strokes. Or Friday :)
bye
glass of coffee and a conversation
It's like when everyone gets invited to a party on Saturday and you never got the invitation, so you sit at home hoping that at least someone will remember to call you.
But they don't, and you don't understand why and all you can do is check your phone every few minutes. Then a few seconds, then your promise yourself you'll stop looking but stop doesn't come. You think reading a book will help pass time, or sleeping, or maybe cleaning your clothes. But when all of those things are done, what's left?
But they don't, and you don't understand why and all you can do is check your phone every few minutes. Then a few seconds, then your promise yourself you'll stop looking but stop doesn't come. You think reading a book will help pass time, or sleeping, or maybe cleaning your clothes. But when all of those things are done, what's left?
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