There are far, FAR too many of my facebook friends and real life relatives getting engaged. The friends seem to be rushing, the relatives (all of whom are younger than me) are definitely rushing.
Slow the fuck down people! Get an education! Take some time for yourselves! Make sure it’s right!
(p.s. Part of me is insanelyfuckingjealousIwanttobemarried. But at least I know enough to realize that now is NOT the time.)
After the seventeenth old birthday card I decided to save,
after sorting through clothes that don’t fit,
and after a hard time throwing away the receipts from past vacations that I saved for who knows what reason,
I came to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe,
I’m a hoarder in the making.
My first 4.0 semester AND I got my first law school acceptance today.
Life has been pretty good to me lately :)
The Notebook really gets to me. I mock everything about the premise of that movie, I dislike everything it stands for, but I love it. I watch it, I cry, I can’t fucking get enough of that shit.
“It was real, wasn’t it? You and me. Such a long time ago, we were just a couple of kids. But we really loved each other, didn’t we?”
“Buried with him is a small gold whistle, which he had given to Lauren Bacall, before they married. In reference to their first movie together, it was inscribed: ‘If you want anything, just whistle.’”
If my choices come down to anything less than this kind of love, I’d take a lifetime of straight tequila nights.
I’m $5000 away from going to Europe in May.
Now accepting donations.