God, this statement is so true. If you’re through with someone: get over it. Who cares if a friend, stranger or anyone else goes for that person. All you have to do is remember that you were done with them for a reason.
(Source: brotips)
True fact about me:
I don’t think I ever want to get married.
I don’t know if its my age, current mentality, experience or opinions of others in marriage, but I don’t find it to be very appealing. I think there is just too much baggage that comes with marriage. Their family, new expenses, the potential lifetime together, the possibility of cheating, divorce, are they really even “the one”? I just don’t see why you can’t be with that one person forever without the legal written document of commitment. It seems that the more official something is, the more complicated it becomes until it absolutely repulses you. And, let’s be real, the very last thing I want to be to someone is repulsive.
Grades.
I found out my grades the other day. First semester of grad school is officially completed and I have a 4.0. Damn, it feels good to be a smarty pants. Six more classes and two more semesters until I graduate and can search for a real life adult teaching job. I haven’t been this excited/proud of myself in awhile.
Jack’s Mannequin <3
I got to see one of my favorite bands out in Canandaigua last night. Andrew McMahon was amazing as usual and put on a panty-dropping show.
“You get in my car
Where its warm
You cannot forget
skin new
Hands true
My hands all over you
so what’s another night
The seat’s rolled back, they can’t see
The rain’s the rain
Some air’d be good for you”
It’s funny. Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
— The Catcher in the Rye J.D. Salinger
I wish that everyone was aware of this. It really disgusts me just how rude some people can be. I understand joking between friends, but there is a thing as taking it too far.
(Source: icanread)
True fact about me:
When I’m drunk, I want to kiss something. Vegetable, animal, mineral: It doesn’t matter so long as it doesn’t talk back too much. I want to eat your face and then a meatball sandwich. In that exact order. Both will give me a stomachache in the morning though.
