January 2011
48 posts
Ha oh shit
really, what…
was…
I…
thinking?
Garsh. So not worth the time.
Feeling…good now.
:)
mmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Good job netflix
Netflix now has a “made for TV movies” category
…
needless to say, they aren’t very highly rated hahaha
Not gonna lie
The lyrics to Gaga’s new song “Born This Way” are…decent. She has a message, and she’s not ashamed to voice it. Damn. I feel the stupid fan-boy jitters now. Fml I just want her new cd.
A musical a day
Let’s see if I can keep it.
frenchfrenchfrenchfrench
spanishspanishspanishspanishspanish
linguisticslinguisticslinguisticslinguistics
marxmarxmarxmarxmarxmarxmarxmarxmarx
W&GW&GW&GW&GW&GW&GW&GW&GW&GW&G
friendsfriendsfriendsfriendsfriendsfriendsfriends (real, not TV)
I'll never receive my textbook
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Damn me
Just downloaded about 3.500 broadway songs…
I have a problem
OUT OF PRACTICE
With linguistics. Fuckkkkk
Always
I do work out of doors, anywhere, besides my house and I do so much.
I get home, I lose all focus and energy.
I can honestly say that the second my ass touched my desk chair, my eyes started drooping.
It’s gonna be a longggggggg night.
Esto Quiero
Well, at least…idk. Life is better this way. Cryptic? That’s the point.
Michael Mezmer
theresnosuchthing:
traceylumpkins:
frankensteinspirit:
He’s an Inception-ist.
TEN TIMES DEEPER
pictured: The LAST dude you EVER want fucking around in your dreams.
More like ten times DURPER.
More like he didn’t want me on his stage at the SC county fair because he knew I would fuck his shit up
Falling into the same routine!
NO. GOTTA STAY ON TOP OF THIS SHIT.
why!
Sitting here doing homework, being all productive.
Meanwhile my roommates are playing fucking video games. As ALWAYS.
Someone get me OUT of this house!
I need a study buddy. Who will actually study.
Random thought
I wonder…do people ever actually call those numbers written on bathroom wall stalls?
I mean..meeting someone online is one thing. It’s not strange to me. In fact I find it quite normal now, in the age if the modern homosexual. Still dirty, but at least..idk you can see pictures and swap info.
Calling some number that you fund on a wall though… Now that’s trash.
and btw
I was born free mother fuckers.
fml
finally putting all my music on my computer.
…
that’s +32.000 songs
when did this happen!? I know MAYBE a 16th of all of it…
Blue Valentine
Hm.
This movie has me questioning…
Is love even worth it? Does it ever last? Is it bliss at the start then hell as comfort sets in?
Who knows. Ay dios.
Oh well. I remain hopeful. ;)
shoop
Day one of classes: Done
How did I spend it?
1) Signing for my new laptop
2) Running late and riding my bike to school
3) Sitting for an hour listening to my new gay jazz dance instructor’s class rules
4) Having lunch/talking to a good friend
5) Drooling over my adorable French professor
6) Returning home and playing with my new lappy
7) Watching Ponyo with my wonderful roommate
8)...
teardrops in my eyes.
eribertowsky:
next time I’ll be true
<3
6:42
When I started posting this. Have I slept? No. Is this a problem? Quite so. Why haven’t I slept?
…
You know? Fuck it.
I’m going to trust now.
Content.
I feel…a bit more free. Less like a vice is squeezing my heart to pulp.
I’m starting to work for what I want. It’s a slow process, but it’ll become simpler with time.
I’m not so afraid of change.
I’ve already started eating better.
I’m starting to fulfill goals within a short span of time. I’m not procrastinating as HORRIBLY. (Then again school...
Berkeley?
As much as I love Santa Cruz, as much as I love these peeps, as much as I want to reinvigorate my life here…no.
Berkeley is my home.
It seems to me like...
I only post on TUMBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR when I’m feeling low. Or when I have a dark thought I need to express.
Well that’ll probably be a pattern that won’t change. So why follow me? Really.
Dance
God I REALLY, REALLY want to dance.
Nunna that hoochie skankilicious gonnorhea stuff either. I want to DANCE.
Ballet, Jazz, Hip-hip, tap…others
But especially Latin dance.
OYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
hahaha oh shit...
Yeah, you don’t need to tell me. I know.
I’ve changed. I’m a completely different person than I once was. I’ve lost my humor, my charisma, my self-confidence, my free-spirit…I’ve lost it all. I’m no longer the happy-go-lucky, crazy fucking sonuvabitch I once was.
And consequently I’ve lost myself.
Haha sounds pathetic right? Well what can ya do. I...