Him: You really don’t have to cook
Me: Shhhh no tears only dreams
Him:
Me: I’M GOING TO DO IT ANYWAY SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT
Him, probably: Tbf I don’t have time for this shit Tess

I have a lot to do today, so my plan is to steadily drink just enough that I stay in that lackadaisical “I can do this” attitude. So far I am productive but sleepy.

I just realized

That my religion is a big part of the essays I’m writing for grad school…which I will be sending to my parents for help with editing….and I haven’t told them that I converted……

Me: I was thinking that I’d ask my parents for a rice cooker for Christmas.
The Boy: That is so innocent

The Boy: I just think it’s funny that you’re the only person I know who wears skirts and sneakers.
Me: That is because I am lazy and not fashion conscious at all

Phrasing

I literally thought to myself just now: “Once I finish this, I’ll treat myself to a shower.”

OHSU application: $60

Slideroom fee for portfolio: $10

Thinking you had all of your shit together and then finding out that you really, really don’t: Priceless

The Boy is the greatest blessing that I could possibly have received and I wonder every day what I did to deserve him

So guess who’s doing a group project with The Boy over the break. Which involves us baking together.

He’s wearing a “Kiss the cook” apron.

Is this fanfiction

Grad application essays

Application: “What do you expect from your audience and how they will react?”
Me: *structured, well thought out response*
Application: “Describe your overall vision”
Me:
Application:
Me:…….AESTHETIC