I’m quitting tomorrow.
My roommate, Shay, is amazing. Since Jazmine has one of those lame jet packs from Verizon that give you limited Internet access and aren’t sufficient for surfing the web because you’ll go over on gb real fast (plus she takes it when she leaves and turns it off all the time), Shay added Internet to her cable bill on the grounds that we’ll split it, just so I can do my online homework /research from home and not stay super late after school in order to get it done.
She’s as sweet as honey, you see!
After five-hour-orientation-number-two, they give me a fifty pound bag full of books to lug around. I’m not even sure if these books are just for my first term or my entire school year. Oh dear. Good news is, I don’t have to worry about math until my third term!
I’m at my final orientation for school, and so far I’ve met this guy named Chad who insisted I come sit with him. And his mom.
SOS! SOS!
“i need to get something off my chest”
yeah it’s your shirt let me help you with that
(Source: johannasodair)
(Source: everything-fuckable)
