Student's Year (Nicole)
I eat more.
I got an A- in a class and feel like a ridiculous failure. Why? I don’t know, probably because I’m a bratty twerp.
Really, I know that the weeks where I completed the work for my final and wrote my paper for that class were the absolute hardest days to even get out of bed much less do anything productive, not even to frickin’ mention my absurd roommate’s antics. And I know that sometimes there is a price a gal has got to pay for slacking, even slacking for fairly legitimate reasons.
Still though, there I had very little to be proud of for awhile. One of the only tangible things I really had was the feeling of pride that would swell in my test when I looked at the shiny 4.0 on my transcript. Not that a 3.963 hurts all that bad.
Not that I’m saying anything except “boo” or won’t be able to get over it. Just give me another 10 minutes.
Oh my God everyone, Derek is really obsessed with this picture of a cat and is making me re-blog it so that he can love it. Also, Alison would like this too, he says.
(Source: ohcae, via ellenepisodes)
Happy high five day indeed, Zooey Deschanel.
Though, a guy name Fred gave me 5 high fives today as we were transporting yoga mats back from the laundromat.
(Source: zooeydeschanel, via hitrecordjoe)
I don’t even know what to think anymore. I’m just marking this day on this blog so that I can look at it later and be sad and what have you. Sometimes you just work on something for so long that you can’t really imagine it being different from the way you want it to be. But lo and behold, my life is a little strange sometimes.
I just want to say that I tried my absolute hardest and did the best I could manage.
