I was taking notes in my Psychology class, and there was a graph next to it showing the negative correlation between GPA and TV viewing. Next to it I wrote, “So….you’re fucked.”
Kettle corn is pretty much my favorite food in existence. No matter how much there is, I eat all of it without fail. Always.
That awful moment when you follow improper ettiquette and put salt on something before tasting it and then its really salty.
Did I tell you guys that boyfriend brought me flowers when he picked me up from the airport last weekend?
I like him more than I probably should, considering he’s so far away.
I get to see my boyfriend in one week!
Can’t I just major in Things.
I like Things.
I have too many books.
Because of this mom says I have to decide which to keep and which to give away.
I’m not lying when I say it is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a long, long time. These books are my childhood, and letting them go is terribly difficult because each and every one changed me in some way, however slight. And letting go of some of my favorite characters, books who were my friends through moving, long summers, and times of loss, is quite a challenge for me. But I know that if I give them away, then some other child will be able to read them too and make a new friend and find a new favorite place. And I need to give them a chance to become that for someone else.