In a desperate attempt to organize the things I have to do to get through the last few days of finals/create some sort of semblance that I have not fully lost control of my life, I have taped a list to my wallet. I plan on constantly glancing at it or clutching it to my chest like a safety blanket until Friday.
In other news, I finished my Beowulf/Kanye paper and I like it.
Dogma gif for your time:
So I’m in my car between classes, opening photobooth so I can practice working my angles and shit, and out of nowhere I see a dude’s head behind me being creepy as fuck and I nearly screamed before realizing it was my Tennantface on the window.
And I will because I am such a good friend. EVEN IF YOU ARE DITCHING GAME OF THRONES NIGHT CONZ.
Shelbi and I made bows out of California Adventure maps in the Toy Story Mania line. Talented ass bitches whaaaat.
Check these highlighter nails.
I’ve seen a few ~celebs~ in LA, but I have never EVER wanted to take a picture or interact with them in any way until I saw Paige Michalchuk in line at UCB tonight.
Connie’s birthday.
The first sketch I’m writing for my class is unbelievably dumb and dirty.
You think I’m looking you in the eye, but I’m surveying your eyeliner game.
Terrifying lady in the cafeteria bathroom gave me this “to read during break” (spoiler alert: it’s about Jesus!!!) and now it is my History of Sexuality bookmark.
Zac Efron wormhole.
My mom successfully Katniss-braided my hair on her first attempt.
Also, if you can accurately count the number of colors in my hair you will win my undying admiration or whatevs.
