Reblog if it's still September where you are
We be livin in the past
I feel like a time traveler.
YES.
Fuck yeah!
October 2011
Yay! Doctor Who is on!
Watching it on the BBC America in my dorm.
I give up. Stomach, why do you not like dinner? Why?
Everything I seem to eat just makes you upset. It’s only during dinner though. What’s wrong with you?
Even the Japanese food has made you upset. I thought it was only the food here on campus but I guess I was wrong.
Went to the Japanese restaurant. Friend nearly set the fucking place on fire.
Thank you to the waiter who was kind enough to blow out the candle.
Gosh. My friend decided to be a total herp derp and dropped some of his water in the candle. That caused a fucking chain reaction because of the sweetener he added in his drink and the lemon.
Way to fucking go.
Nearly burn down the place. Flame spluttering all over the damn place and shooting up hot wax on the table cloth. Flame burning like no one’s business.
Thanks.
If I end up kicked out there the next time I go, I am slapping you, bitch.
Trust me. I will do it.
I’m a regular there. That Japanese restaurant is my favorite place here in the city.
September 2011
I would like to flop back down on my bed and sleep for the remainder of the day.
But I can’t.
I have to drive several of my friends from class to their service learning at the middle school. Then again, I have to drive there at 1:30 PM.
Gosh. I hate waking up early on the day I have no classes.
What I will tell the person who sits next to me at The Avengers:
Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice or just have a nice chat.
