So sometimes… well lately, I’ve been slightly depressed when I think about everyone who’s gradutating in these next days. This happens to me every year… I meet people, and then they graduate, or they move to a different state, or we slowly fall out of friendship. I guess you could say I’m used to people leaving. But that’s beside the point. I have loved everything about this year-going to clark, meeting all these freaks I call friends, unproductive parties in Hanna Hall…and well, you get the idea. It’s kind of sad to think that all this ends in three days. But with said, I’m so excited for you all! You’re moving on to bigger and brighter futures. And I can’t wait to see you guys throw your caps in the air and say hello to new beginnings. ILOVEYOUGUYS.
So… the highlight of today was simply this: Laying under a tree, having good conversation. And that’s all I have to say about that.
That I’m either a REALLY awkward person, or I just find myself in REALLY awkward situations allthetime. I don’t think I have enough fingers to count the number of times I have labeled myself or a situation as “AWKWARD” in the past 72 hours. Oh, and let’s not forget that when awkward vibes arouse, it makes people act or say things that feed into the already-awkward-situation, making the situation 10X MORE AWKWARD than it began with.
The fact that I’ve recognized my sudden aura of awkwardness has made me ridiculously self conscious of everything I say, and and I’m only ending up saying things that make me look like more of an idiot. For this, I’m completely embarrassed for myself. Ha.
And that’s how I feel about that.
Definition:
The bro way of deferring action or delaying.
Popular brocrastination tactics include, but are not limited to:
1. Learning the entire Jack Johnson discography on the acoustic.
2. GTL [gym, tan, laundry].
3. Watching the Beerfest on repeat.
4. Sportscenter.
OMG I DO THIS EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE OK
YOU FORGOT TEXTING BROHOES.
BROS?????? WADDUP! This offically makes my night.
So let’s pretend that white car is me, 7:30 this morning. And then, let’s pretend I got in my car and it wouldn’t start. Actually, let’s quit pretending; that DID happen. Agghhh… my life.
So I teach piano lessons; and more times than not, it’s quite enjoyable. But today, my level of patience was zero, and 2 1/2 hours of kids pounding on the piano nearly killed me.
It was just one of those days. :/
I’m sick of bipolar weather. And that’s all I have to say about that.
We all creep at some point. Whether you’re facebook stalking… or just stalking in general, one’s creeper status is sure to be flashing with bright lights. But don’t worry, everybody creeps. It doesn’t matter if you’re following someone you’ve never met, snooping through people’s notebooks, or eavesdropping on the person behind you; this fact remains true: Creeping is part of human nature. We are too curious for our own good. The reality of you reading this tumblr is proof that you are 1/8 part creeper! Why the heck do you even care that I’m even posting something? Well, you don’t. You’re just creeping.
Don’t worry, you’re not alone. Everyone creeps; whether they choose to admit it or not. And that’s how I feel about that.
