I’m cleaning my room
My work desk, before and after

I was drinking some wine and browsing tumblr when suddenly I had a chest pain and nearly dropped my damn wine onto my fucking computer

I think I broke my archives

I tried to go back to 2013 and it died, and now even the main archive page doesn’t want to load

Procrastinating on my grad apps? BOY HAVE I GOT A PROJECT FOR ME.

I’m gonna organize everything in my bog from freshman year till now, with a complicated tagging system, and then post my tags on a link page on my blog so everyone knows where to find anything/everything

I had written ingredients on my hand yesterday to remind myself to pick them up for the class cooking project, and according to The Boy I slept with my face on my hands so I woke up with the backwards word “butter” on my face

Adventures in learning Italian

I’m going over the corrections to my midterm, and it appears that instead of writing “I do not take the sun” (non prendo il sol- I do not sunbathe), I wrote “Non so il sol“ or “I do not know the sun”, like I’ve been stuck in the library that I’ve turned into gollum or something

Story time:

The summer I was fifteen I went to girl scout camp as usual and I brought my books and my little deck of dog cards with me in my luggage (I wasn’t allowed to have Tarot). It’s the first day and being the child that I am at heart, I snagged one of the top bunks in the cabin and was sitting on my roost waiting for the call to dinner. So I decide to do a cartomancy reading and everything starts coming up spades. Like bad vibes, doom and gloom up the shit. Disappointed, I put my deck away just as they ring the bell. As I hop down, I’m thinking “what a piece of shit deck, all I get from you is bad readings”- and just as I do so, my foot lands on my own shoe, causing me to twist my ankle so badly that I cannot walk for a week.

Moral of the story: Don’t diss your deck, it’s just the messenger

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……

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

thecarvingwitch:

I am a warrior queen, an alpha wolf, and a mighty huntress

and I always manage to cut my finger on the plastic wrap cutter