I want an ugly Christmas sweater. Seriously. I’m trying to convince my family to take a family photo with us all in ugly, obnoxious Christmas sweaters to use as greeting cards. No one’s buying it, and we never send out cards anyways, but I still want one. (:
I made it. :D
This lovely envelope arrived friday and my parents left it on my bed for me to find when I got home. I’m still pretty excited and extremely happy. Regardless of where I may end up next year, I’m feeling pretty optimistic and excited about college. Things are going to work out.
Now that I’ve finally picked my top schools, I may not even get the chance to apply to them due to deadlines and all these projects for school I have due around the same time. One of the biggest things that worries me is what if I’m not even applying to the right schools? Going to college period is beneficial to anyone, but I don’t want to go somewhere way out of my league. Then again I also don’t want to go somewhere where I’ll just breeze through it and where my brain would turn to mush. Haha. And who’s to say that if some school I didn’t apply to would’ve given me a better scholarship or would have been a better fit for me? I can’t stop stressing out about things like this.
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1963 Yellowstone Postcard by Nyctreeman
It’s snowing right now at my house. In south Texas. Unreaaaaal. Thanks global warming. (: Snow in San Antonio. Who woulda thought?
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halfpastmorning:(via decompose)
Narrator: Why do people think that I’m you?Tyler: I think you know.Narrator: No, I don’t.Tyler: Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me? Narrator: Because we’re the same person.Tyler: That’s right.
“omfg”
i thought of rebekah. :]
Hahaha, thanks Leech. You know me so well. (;](http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktxmyoUvKA1qa1cmoo1_500.png)
halfpastmorning:(via decompose)
Narrator: Why do people think that I’m you?
Tyler: I think you know.
Narrator: No, I don’t.
Tyler: Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me?
Narrator: Because we’re the same person.
Tyler: That’s right.“omfg”
i thought of rebekah. :]
Hahaha, thanks Leech. You know me so well. (;
I’m going through all my old tumblr post (from about a year ago) and deleting them, simply because I’m not the same person anymore and there’s certain things I don’t want to remember or hold on to. That sounds bad now reading that, but I’ve changed alot within the past two years. I’m happy with my life now. Yeah, shit happens, but shit happens to everyone. I’m not a pessimistic little kid anymore.
And my grammar was just horrible then. Haha. (Granted I’m not saying it’s perfect now, but I could’ve at least punctuated my damn sentences then. Ha.)
I really want to see Pirate Radio. (:
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I’m thankful for my weird family, my grandparents who have more faith in me than I could ever imagine, my sister, being a girl, late nights wandering downtown, friends who put up with me, friends who flip through Elvis picture books with me, Buddy Holly, mocha lattes, polaroids, parks, sarcasm, people who put up with my Fight Club quotes, good music, my cat(s), everything and anything else that I just can’t seem to think of at the moment.
Oh, and everyone following this tumblr. (: I know some of my posts are just plain ridiculous. Haha.
Now to tackle this 4-5 page research paper. ”Thank you”, teacher who assigns homework over the holidays…
