hiii I love you

I'm a Gleek, I'm a Gleek!



Maybe a post of some actual substance later.  Maybe!

Post Secret

THIS IS SO ME

http://postsecret.blogspot.com
www.postsecret.tumblr.com

hungry?

How about some Andy Samberg SPAM!

What's that, still hungry?  Oh alright, some Lonely Island and centaurs for dessert.  Sweet and filling.

No, really.  That's glorious.  I heart Kiv.

WANT

It will be mine.  Oh yes, it will be mine.

Yesterday was a very good day.

love love love

"Everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves.  You can't let the world judge you too much." -Maude

because

sometimes you just want to put on a dress and feel like a lady.

goodnight.

When you grow up, your heart dies.

I tend to resist posting/forwarding/reading things like this, because I feel they're too generic and cliche most of the time (and I'm sooo original and unique blah blah barf)
but right now, I simply cannot help it.

"When you grow up your best friends become your worst enemies. Lollipops turn into cigarettes, the innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Cellphones are used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Underwear turns into thongs. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet not a condom? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? When you thought babies were left on your doorstep? When dad’s shoulders were the highest place on Earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings, and race issues were about who ran the fastest? War was only a card game, the only drug you knew was cough medicine, and wearing a skirt didn’t make you a whore? The only thing that could hurt you was skinned knees and goodbye only meant until tomorrow? The only drama you knew of was Romeo and Juliet? The only thing you could cheat in was a game, and players were for sports not relationships? The only way we could change was with our clothes and not ourselves. Yet, we absolutely could not wait to grow up. And now growing up is our worst fear."
via http://ratlady.tumblr.com/

Gettin' old.

People keep telling me my hair is getting dull.
Okay, so maybe in kinder words, but hearing "your hair isn't even red anymore" still isn't very pleasant.

It saddens me.
If I don't have the ginger, what do I have?





NOTHING. THAT'S WHAT.

It's official:

last night/today was my first college all nighter.  I have now been awake for about 25.5 hours, and counting.  Except I plan to break that streak very soon and SLEEEEEP.

On another note, I am also officially a True Aggie, but that's an entirely different story. woop!

PRESH

 

sistas, by Sarah