en en en en is how yannick noah apparently chooses to spell uh huh uh huh. like let's discuss the linguistic of pet sounds. then let's stop. never mind the construction noises.
i just woke up because i was sleeping on my arm in the most nerve-crushing way i could do on my own, and also i have work to do. i'm so glad i have an inbuilt alarm clock which is routed also to my [insert summer teeth here] inbuilt anal 'get up get up from your childishly made and far overrated bed/sleep you have so much work to do, you have not yet conquered this campus, you need a haircut, you need...' thing. aah! so yeah! ahhhh! i've had a lot to say ever since a few days ago, not in the sense that anything's really happened but i'm at the place again where i will be walking down the street and a leaf falling will, no joke, graze my cheek [okay drive by foliage attack! whatever i just never used the word graze like that let me go] and i'll be like word, and wake up, and sigh...woheva. i'm not really talking about anything to anyone or here is what i'm trying to say. i'm just measuring every day on some kind of choose your own adventure survival ratio. omg. i soo am. meanwhile! petulant. underachieving. ivy league. my feet on bubblewrap. because seriously like how will today be? with my classes and my idiocy? like 3.5 / 10. yeah, that's what i'm saying. if i get breakfast maybe a 6. oh yeah but i'm nicer and dumber to people. getting better at the phone, not in fact blindfolded but eyes closed yo. ouch...potential for BU freshman rescue squad? and...my pictures actually came out really sharp and cute! so see-saw that on for size.
creative destruction...clearly my problem is that i am only an individual and not a CORPORATION unto myself! they give us terms and i buy in. kyle did me the favor of calling me pathetic, i nod my head to the homage and keep walking - past the falling leaves and into...?
i just woke up because i was sleeping on my arm in the most nerve-crushing way i could do on my own, and also i have work to do. i'm so glad i have an inbuilt alarm clock which is routed also to my [insert summer teeth here] inbuilt anal 'get up get up from your childishly made and far overrated bed/sleep you have so much work to do, you have not yet conquered this campus, you need a haircut, you need...' thing. aah! so yeah! ahhhh! i've had a lot to say ever since a few days ago, not in the sense that anything's really happened but i'm at the place again where i will be walking down the street and a leaf falling will, no joke, graze my cheek [okay drive by foliage attack! whatever i just never used the word graze like that let me go] and i'll be like word, and wake up, and sigh...woheva. i'm not really talking about anything to anyone or here is what i'm trying to say. i'm just measuring every day on some kind of choose your own adventure survival ratio. omg. i soo am. meanwhile! petulant. underachieving. ivy league. my feet on bubblewrap. because seriously like how will today be? with my classes and my idiocy? like 3.5 / 10. yeah, that's what i'm saying. if i get breakfast maybe a 6. oh yeah but i'm nicer and dumber to people. getting better at the phone, not in fact blindfolded but eyes closed yo. ouch...potential for BU freshman rescue squad? and...my pictures actually came out really sharp and cute! so see-saw that on for size.
creative destruction...clearly my problem is that i am only an individual and not a CORPORATION unto myself! they give us terms and i buy in. kyle did me the favor of calling me pathetic, i nod my head to the homage and keep walking - past the falling leaves and into...?