“There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.”—Tennessee Williams (via loveyourchaos)
Which is super impressive, trust me. I mean, they were almost half my height. And they had tape on them. Intense tape. Like the type of tape creepy guys in white vans keep in both pockets, next to the candy n’ puppies.
And then I had to make them fit into the recycle bin, which required complex feats of engineering such as folding and crumpling.
I did get applauded, though. By the hot guy standing five feet away I hadn’t noticed. He looked impressed. Or amused. Or scared.
But since he was really hot, we’re gonna go with impressed.
And I’ll be doing so for the next four days, so don’t expect much of me. Society apparently doesn’t have wifi.
However, society does have free desserts, adorable small children, lanyards, blindfolded people that I really shouldn’t be trusted to lead around, Gogurts, and boys half my height and three fourths my age hitting on me.
S’pretty good. And there was a Spongebob on my Gogurt, which pretty much made my day. Spending excessive amounts of time in the sun and around small children makes me pretty easy to please.
Anyone want a lanyard? I figure while I’m contributing to society and all, I may as well offer…so any of you awesome tumblr people I know in real life, if you want a lanyard, text me.
“So I’m lying there, on my mattress in the dorm that first night…and all I can think is ‘ohmygod, what if someone has had sex in this bed?’ And then a few minutes later, ‘ohmygod, this is a second rate college dorm in the middle of nowhere. Someone’s definitely had sex in this bed.’
Yeah, I didn’t get a ton of sleep that night.”—I love people.
in conclusion, life centered around Tumblr is much easier.
You’ve just got to go ‘oooh pretty shiny deep haha reblog’! And bam, you have officially done something other then sleep. Throw in a few feelings of guilt about not ever contributing anything original, and you can even call it productivity.
However, this weekend I’m at a university for a leadership conference. That requires thinking. And original content. And you can’t just reblog all the pretty things (read: boys) you see.
My life is hard, as you can tell. Hope for me to make it out alive, not so numerous tumblr buddies who won’t read all this and thus will never know how awesome I think they am for following me.