i am the walrus
i am the walrus
i'm happier than a camel on wednesday: nineteen; new york; Πβφ; wanderlust; coldplay; john mayer; dave franco; radiohead; lana del rey; marina & the diamonds; beatles; nirvana; the strokes; phoenix; soft rock; trance; concerts; south park; makeup; cute animals; city life; drunken nights; new girl; tosh; gatsby; kardashians; natalie portman; miranda kerr.
That moment when you realize being with someone causes you more stress than it’s worth.

Summer will be lovely but really I wish we could just flash forward to August and the fall semester.

Just found a draft that I never posted from freshman year… posting it now as a throwback thursday?

GIFs about my life 

Upon arriving on campus

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At my first frat party ever

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That first week when everyone on my floor would get back drunk, make out with each other, stop in the middle only to grab some other person next to them and then start making out with them.

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The first two months of school

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Going to a frat during the day time

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At a late night drunk food spot by the end of the night

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When I first realized what guys in college are like

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First emotional breakdown at college

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When my guy friends ask me why I’m so bitter and jaded

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When I realized I was gaining the freshman 15 and yet proceeded to do nothing about it…

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When I visited my friends at their schools

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When my friends made a remark about how much I’ve changed in a year

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My response to a friend when she starts falling for a guy too fast and too hard

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When school was unexpectedly canceled for a week because of Hurricane Sandy

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When things escalate quickly and all of a sudden I become the third wheel

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When I drunkenly almost set my dorm building on fire though it was indirectly my fault and mostly the fault of the guys I was with

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Unexplainable shenanigans that I somehow manage to get myself into

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Literally everyone on my floor the few times that I actually brought a guy into MY room

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And I’m like

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Me when I’m crossfaded, in my own little world.

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Running to a working computer the morning of Registration

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When the asshole who swore he was different went right ahead and did what he said he wouldn’t

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When a nice guy pursued me

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My explanation for rejecting said nice guy

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After doing absolutely nothing during the absurdly long semester break

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Me whilst I was pledging

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Second semester, when I consistently drank all my problems away

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When people confide to me about their problems

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When I come back drunk and terrorize the boys on my floor until they feed me

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When all of my Formal dates get belligerently drunk and can’t function.

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The unexplainable situations I got myself into during my first Study Abroad (minus the European flair)

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Realizing that upon my return in September I’ll no longer be a freshman and there will be fresh meat on campus…

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Thumbs up for honesty.
  • Me: i'm bored. tell me something intriguing about your life.
  • Friend: doing well
  • Friend: had a cocaine habit for a bit
  • Friend: that's done though
  • Me: hahaha you're great


Something interesting happened today.

I wore glasses when I was out and about during the day. For once I wasn’t the object of creepy stares from leering males on the 1 train. Randos on the street didn’t catcall at me as I passed by. I didn’t receive any unwanted street attention and was able to go about my day in peace. I think I’ll wear my glasses out more often.


I’m getting nervous more and more every day as my departure for India nears closer.

I feel like I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.

This won’t be like my Belgium study abroad, where I had the luxury of western amenities and the privilege to legally drink and party heavily. In Europe I was for the most part on my own with no close friends that went on the trip with me. But I managed to make friends and acquaintances in almost every country I visited. And behind each visit there was a ridiculous story of the shenanigans I got myself into, because I was eighteen and young and stupid (and now i’m nineteen, still young, still stupid).

This time around I’ll be traveling with a large group (thank God. New Delhi being the rape capital of the world makes me kinda nervous). It’ll be a different dynamic because I won’t get to be my impulsive self and make the call of where I end up going, which is partly what made my European adventures so awesome - having the freedom to do anything, with anyone that I met along the way. Aside from a different group dynamic, India is - well…India - a paradoxical, chaotic mess. It’s going to be a culture shock, and a little bit more. Or a lot more.

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I don’t want to go back to school.

I just need time to myself away from all of this. I don’t wanna go back just to do all these projects and take all these finals. Fuck that. I just wanna go on my trip to India and just have an eye-opening, meaningful experience and come back next semester refreshed with a better outlook on life and everything.


i literally cannot wait to get home

just to get away from this emotional roller coaster ride. it’s literally been unreal. so many highs and lows, so many uncanny coincidences and epiphanies and fate running its course in such a short span of time i honestly can’t get a grip. cant wait to sober up, eat turkey, attempt to explain the debacle of events to friends back home (even though it all sounds so unreal and ridiculous when i try to put it into words), and go to physical therapy for my sprained thumb yayyy


I think this weekend’s events have solidifed that i just can’t keep up with my life and that i’m not in the right state of mind to do any productive work for the rest of the semester so yeah farewell good GPA

i felt so special today

i’m having that wonderful realization that some people genuinely care about me and would go out of their way to make my day awesome. those are the people that i’ll hold onto after the fun and games are done. honestly though i’m about to tear up out of happiness


i had the most beautiful birthday miracle this morning

got the good ole birthday tradition of lap dances and beer showers from football guys and finished 3/4 of a bacardi bottle last night and somehow managed to not black out or throw up or feel sick this morning when i woke up. now that’s what i call a birthday miracle.

and now i’m ready to spend my actual birthday in the library studying for two back-to-back exams WOOO


so long my favorite pair of frat heels

my body managed to get back friday night but my shoes didn’t


apparently hanging out sober is a no-no for hookup buddies

You had me at ‘you can play with my puppy’.

pups are such a chick magnet


Having a personal chef in the house is literally going to make me gain more weight.

Literally this just promotes reckless eating because every time I get stuck on a homework problem I just go downstairs and eat everything in sight cuz it’s not like I have to go through a dining hall and meal swipes to get the food I need and oh god sometimes stress eating is almost as bad as drunk eating.