it's all our fault

haven’t you heard? I’m stuck on a verse.

I’m stuck on a boy who fills me with joy.

I know I was wrong to jump straight on into this picture so pretty,

but he is so pretty to me.

It appears that I’ve reached Pepper in weenie status.

Part of me wants to do it. The other part of me can think of any and every excuse not to do it. My best friend is on the side of the part of me that wants to do it. I’m a war of head vs heart, it’s always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks before I know what it will say.
The consensus is that I should get drunk. Really really drunk. As the ever-remembered shot glass said (may it rest in peace) “Get drunk and be somebody”

I’M LOSING MY MIND. THESE PEOPLE ARE DRIVING ME INSANE.

i can’t imagine how the mother-to-be is feeling right now. i would have bitten everyone’s heads off. but knowing these people, they would still be running around like crazy people. 

IF YOU DIDN’T WANT TO SIT AROUND AND WAIT, YOU SHOULD HAVE WAITED AT HOME LIKE SHE SAID YOU SHOULD.

that’s it. rant over. 

I can’t even begin to express how much I am going to miss these guys. Why do they have to graduate and leave?!

Wasting away in Cornell again, practicing essay for tomorrow’s Contemporary Art final. I clearly have not made enough progress in physics, but at this point, I say Fuck it. 

You know your day is going to be shit when you want to cry before you even get out of bed. Thankfully i only have one more day in this god-forsaken place and i can leave and clear my mind of all this shit that has been happening. I hate to leave on such a bad note, but at this point, it’s not worth the effort to try to make things better. I wish I could just leave without telling anyone, because I’m so bad at goodbyes. 

The end of this semester is bittersweet.