I have been called mightier than Chuck Norris, and it has been said that I punch life in the face. However, life chucked my own personal kryptonite at me just after finals- one bamf sinus infection that had me in the hospital at one point. Because I clearly can’t get sick like a normal person; I have to get sick like nobody else before me. I’m kind of alive now. Fever is hovering...
She is elusive.
STOP QUOTING ME! I don’t say these things for you to quote them!– Jess, on me quoting things.
And I don’t know why you’d want to talk to dead people. You never...– Jess, on Ouija boards
if yesterday was 'may the fourth be with you' does...
allons-yintheimpala: OMG YES
Done, at long last. *shakes fist at the essay in question* Now, shower and sleep. I have to be up bright and early tomorrow to scan pictures out of my art history book… blegh.
Only ~300 to go before I can call it quits for the night. I feel like such a slacker. I can spew out a 20 someodd page paper in a couple weeks, but 700 words on the American Dream? I’m writing at a rate of a couple words a minute. Geez.
I am diseased
and Procrastination is my illness. I would much rather finish watching Kingdom Hospital than writing this film paper (231 words so far). I mean, really. Much more fun than an essay.
EVERY scary movie with demons...
stumbleandjump: HOLY CRAP THEY’RE REAL WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!! but then i realize… if demons are real so are Sam and Dean Winchester!!!