and they already took the quiz. There goes 5 points off of my grade. It might seem like nothing, until realizing that my semester grade is only 130 points. At least we watched There Will Be Blood, which was rather good, actually. I like the class, but I am not liking this nonsense of 130 points.
Someone should pick me up from college and take me out to eat, ugh my class doesn’t start for another hour. I’ve been here for four hours already and I have to stay here for another three; not stoked, nor excited for this. But I was with Madeline earlier and I saw Shelbi and Matt before class so that was nice.
So I’m just going to sit here and devour my entire pack of gum. I think I’ve had two pieces already, ugh br0k lyf.
I just need my car already.
For you anons who asked me last week for a theme, here’s one for you to mess around with. Change the colors, turn things off and on, add a title image instead, whatever. If you have any suggestions that I should have added, let me know.
My whole body is so sore from cross country on FRIDAY that i can barely move. WHAT DO?
I don’t understand the relevance, but this sucks. I remember when I was on the swim team (yes, the swim team) I would be so sore for days. I think one time I almost passed out for not eating breakfast one morning. Swim team was so hxc, br00t, elitist only, you know. I feel for you, man.
For the past 16 and a half hours, I’ve been home for half an hour. I have just been everywhere today, but it was a really good day, to say the least. SoCo put on an awesome show, as usual, and memories of past shows with Gingerfuck were remembered. I am just tired and I need a shower, badly haha.
let’s just pack up mine and pretty ginger’s cars. he can take the luggage, i’ll take the soap. see you in AZ.
All of our three-way conversations are just quality. I’ll take half and half by hi-jacking my moms van. Don’t even care that it’s a van, it can hold more soap, and THAT is what I care about. ~*~Selling my body for soap before we leave~*~
“this product does not contain animal products of any kind” also meaning “no gingers were squeezed for oil in the making of this brilliant shower product.”
What if gingers were in these brilliant shower products, Rachel? WOULDN’T YOU WANT LOVELY GINGERS SWIMMING AROUND WITH YOU IN OUR FANTASY TUB LIKE IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE? Ugh, soaps do horrible things to me when I don’t have them. They make me sell my body. They are like Frank from Donnie Darko.