the bigger and better

I’ve moved on to the bigger and better things life has to offer. tumblr. bye wordpress.

big words

My econ book keeps using the word “statutory” and everytime I read the word I can’t help but think of “statutory rape.”  I have definitely put a negative connotation behind that word when it isn’t even bad in the slightest… thank you, “statutory rape”

muscle memory

I hate when I’m good at something… and then I decide to “take a break” because, you know, sometimes I just feel too worn out.  Problem is… that “break” ends up lasting seasons and seasons until the seasons turn into years.

 

and when i try to get back into the groove,
i can’t seem to remember how the hell it was done.

i miss my teenage years

I miss never really worrying about anything.
I miss cheating off my friends during chem…and history …. and spanish …. and physics…and english….you get the jist
I miss sneaking out of zero period photography to grab starbucks…and then not returning to school
I miss going to barnes with the pentagon and spending the entire day just reading magazines and books
I miss lying around and asking each other hypothetical questions even though we’ve previously answered those same questions at least 3 times
I miss ditching class with friends and having to explain to the mother why you have 20+ absent days in one quarter
I miss pulling all-nighters to “study” but really ending up just sitting around laughing and eating
I miss talking about inappropriate things with Crystal and Jassie
I miss fighting with my pentagon girls
I miss going to parties with my friends and causing trouble
I miss being able to crawl into my Mama’s arms when I am feeling sad
I miss being young =(

my lover is a pervert and i like it

Josie (in reference to black men): omg. it if were T.I. i would be ON that. i mean like BE. ON. THAT.

josie and TI’s future lovechild.

Untitled by Jon Gim

Jaemin Lee likes little boys!!!
He likes to treat them like toys!!
Don’t judge him too much…
He will stop with just one touch
Leave him alone
It’s cause he’s got no bone

nostalgia

I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be good at life.

DIBS.

I should be studying, but instead I’m trying to come up with middle names for my future sons. 

Aiden Nathaniel
Christopher Jayden
Ethan X. Yes, just X.  This name is so going to get him laid. Just sayin’

Oh and i called dibs on these name so don’t you go NEAR them! and if you are my future husband and you are reading this… sorry, you don’t have a say in the matter.  I’ll ask for your opinion, but only so I can reject it.  I’ll let you choose our daughters’ names…. from a list I have already approved.

While searching for baby names, I discovered Akon’s real name. 

you ready?

Aliaune Damala Bouga Time Puru Nacka Lu Lu Lu Badara Akon Thiam

You can’t make this shiz up.

 

cough cough sniffle sniffle

I hate being sick. with a passion. No one wants to be within a 5-mile radius of you.  The phlegm in your throat just won’t leave you.  And all you want to do is SLEEP a very heavily medicated sleep… but you can’t because you are a college student and life must go on. 

Being sick reminds me of the time in high school when my friend and I spread a nasty rumor about a mutual friend.  M had been out of school for a good week or so, and when we called to see how he was doing he told us he had a really terrible flu and had barely eaten anything in a week, losing 15 pounds as a result. 15 POUNDS?! C and I were so amazed.  Fast forward to the next day.  People asked us where M was.  C and I, being the evil, conniving beezies that we were, told them….. FAT CAMP. Yes, M was at fat camp and apparently it’s really been working.  C and I were born pathological liars… it comes naturally to us… so they believed us.  

rumors spread fast. 

When M returned to school the following week, people commented, “oh dang, M.  Fat camp really worked for you!”  M was so confused.  If C and I hadn’t had such a good laugh, we might’ve actually felt a twinge of remorse.

Blame it on CA’s education system

While walking to the car, my friend C looked at me seriously and said if she told me something, I couldn’t laugh at her. I promised.
C: Did you know there are seven continents?
Me: YES.
C: O.O you do?! name them!
Me: (okay, this is MY blonde moment of the day) North America, South America, North Africa, South Africa, Asia, Antarctica, and… oh! Alaska!
C:………………SERIOUSLY?
Me: I TAKE THAT BACK I TAKE THAT BACK. North America, South America, Africa, Europe, Antarctica, and…. and… and… and…. AUSTRALIA!
C: DUUUUUUDEEEE HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT????? don’t laugh. but i didn’t know whether we lived in North America or South America, let alone that there WAS a separate north and south. I had no idea we had 7 continents! I thought the EARTH was a continent. DON’T LAUGH!

I wish I could’ve given her a hardER time about it, but I couldn’t, given the fact that I had a momentary brainfart and couldn’t name the 7 continents correctly…less than one week after my GEOGRAPHY midterm, in which we had to draw the world map….

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I think I should clarify some things.  C is NOT carol.  Contrary to popular belief, i have friends other than those in CCM/UCLA