this is who the fuck I am
Fuck writing history papers. I have no idea how much of history to explain in order to get my point across. I mean, everything is connected so you can just go on and on and on with more and more explanations and completely leave behind the point 5 pages back and I should have never taken this damn class.
Also I gotta fucking CALL his hostel to make a reservation???! When did we time travel back into the damn 80’s???
UGHHHH organizing trips makes me so god damn stressed out, why do I always have to be the one to do this shit???? Oh yeah because if I don’t do it IT DOESN’T GET DONE
Awww yeah, met some Mormons from Nebraska on the bus today. They gave me a copy of the Book of Mormon. So I will be reading that tonight. Mormon swag!
Awwww, this is so sad! I go with my Dad to the movies for his birthday every year. My brother used to go with us, but now he is 2 kewl 4 skool. And my mom hates movies. So there is no one…
Ugh my Austrian phone chooses the most awkward times to die.
Also who chooses a Monday afternoon/night to have a damn bday party, this is so annoying.
Dude not having a damn radio is getting ridiculous. It means I am just hearing “Somebody That I Used to Know” and “Call Me Maybe” THIS WEEK. What even?!
P.S. Ireland was awesome, and I don’t want to do any of the work I assigned to myself over break, wahhhh.
