I might be discovering the type of journalism I don’t love doing. Something’s weird. Updates to come/we’ll see/try everything once and give it your all, always.

I want to be in Maine or hiking The Basin again or at a weird family BBQ or anywhere outside besides this restaurant.

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See You in Hell, Farizwan Fajari

(via iwantmybearsuit)

Here is a short list of things guys say before they become cowardly and start ignoring me, disappear, etc.:
“You’re really put together and stuff. You know what you’re doing.”

And really everything that could ever entail, etc etc etc etc.

My weirdo roommate offered to visit me at the bar tonight, and then I realized, “Huh, nobody really ever offers to visit me at the bar.”

My summer schedule includes eating somewhere delicious every Wednesday and checking out some event, show, exhibit, etc. every Monday. (Ish, give or take.) AKA it sounds expensive to be an unpaid intern until I start getting some free stuff.

I mostly feel on display at work most of the time, so tonight I put my hair up, threw on my glasses because I’m blind as a bat in the dark, and wore pants. Tips were down from the guys and up from the girls! The experiment continues.

~Life update~

I mostly want a cabin in the woods to read/drink tea/write and be left alone.

Found this on my camera weeks later. High school, we go hard~

2008, apparently. We ~mostly~ look the same.

A serious MySpace favorite // 13 y/o.

Hm.

Huh. Lurking through photos as I back up my computer, found this random parallel back attitude leap among a mess of whatever everyone else is doing during a rehearsal. I mostly regret not having any great dance ones from later years/when things I did looked good. I peaked as a dancer sophomore/junior year of high school. (I also regret not having more confidence in what I did.) I almost want to pay someone to take pictures of me after taking a few extra classes and getting back in shape. Also, looks like it’s old picture spam time, w/e.

It’ll be a rainy day to myself tomorrow. The only thing different there really is the rain. I have a large to do list though, so that’s fine. I vow to stop sleeping more than eight hours a night. My internship and second job start later this week, and we all know how much I love 60+ hour weeks. I stay up late at night mostly reading lately. I’m the only one here who washes her dishes right after using them. I’m still mostly a bundle of pet peeves. I’ve been biking around the city until my legs go jelly. No cars have hit me yet, but I’ll keep you posted. I had a brief quarter life crisis the other day, but everything ends and so will I!