I only have 3 pages left on my last essay for my first year as a grad student and I’m taking pictures of myself and blasting lil b in the rhetoric library on a Friday afternoon/night.
The procrastination is particularly bad tonight. Also why hasn’t anyone made out with me yet?
Kelie is confused by her Brazilian tri tip (Taken with instagram)
the waitress was so stressed out that she was stressing me out and they ran out of french bread so i had to get wheat but it just soaked thru so i had to eat it with a fork
(Source: spatiotemporalcookies)
this is my sad face for when I have 300 pages of boring political theory/international law to read by 5pm.
Um, instead of writing the paper due tomorrow that I haven’t started I’m making gifs of me eating a hippie bagel at the local hippie cafe
