December 2010
People Are Dumb
And shit happens. Fuck life in Maine.
I love this place. →
Wellesley College
Everyone has a reason for going to an all-womens college. You don’t just make the decision to go single-sex without some reason. Sexual orientation, abuse, or academics. Every person here has a story behind choosing this sacred place.
I’m just not sure why I did. I’m glad I did. Don’t get me wrong. I love it here. I have great friends that will last a lifetime, a fantastic...
Primal Scream
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Finals makes an entire campus of women scream at midnight, disturbing the rich yet quiet village of snotty mothers and cheating fathers.
I love Wellesley.
A Merry Little Christmas →
“I hope you still think of me, and I hope it hurts.”
– Wellesley FML
Pretty →
THEHEHE
I’m drunk. It’s wonderful. I love champagne.
And boys. Even at all allgirls school.
READING PERIOD WELLESLEY STYLE.
So as reading period starts tomorrow and we will then have 23 hours of quiet hours, my friends and I are having a celebration. Since nothing is going on at Harvard, and my date for his MIT frat formal disinvited me, we are going to have our own fun.
Tonight, at 7:30, to the a cappella group “The Blue Notes” final concert with the Williams boys. Yummy, jocks.
Then, champagne party....
“They say I look like an asshole who just got off a boat. Cause I am and I did....”
HELL WEEK IS DONE
REJOICE.
Reading Period is next, and for me that means sleeping, watching Netflix, and working on an essay, a take-home music theory final, and one scheduled Art History final.
And then it’s home. To snow.
“ME: “What’s your name?”
FOOTBALL PLAYER: “Matt,...”
– Harvard
Finals
Finals. Finals. Finals. That is my life right now. I am consumed by papers, exams, and presentations. Life is so hectic, all I want to do is crawl into bed and fall asleep watching Arrested Development or Bright Star. Instead, I’m sitting in the Great Hall looking at tumblr instead of writing my philosophy final (which by the way don’t ever take unless you’re crazy) and wishing...
Oh boy...
Rose has decided who I will marry and have lots of cute, theatrical, and smart kids with.
I may consider it.
But only if you babysit.
Thirsty Thursday
Too. Much. Choir. Wassail.
Happy day.
“I’d tell you I miss you but I don’t know how.”
– TSWIFT
Procrastination
I have successfully done absolutely nothing since 5 pm.
Thanks tumblr. It’s not like finals are next week or anything.
Problem Solved
E: What do I say to ugly boy about formal?
G: “fuck off”
A: I’m busy that weekend/ every other time you ask me to do something
G: “I don’t think my herpes outbreak will have gone down in time”
A: ur ugly
FU ROLLING STONE. →
I guess I missed the whole “lesbian, sleeping-with-your-professors, sex-crazed whore” boat that the rest of the Wellesley campus is on. Oh well, still have 3.5 years to try…
