Discuss your first love and first kiss:
I had my first kiss at church. It was in the middle of January and I remember it being an overcast day, the air was crisp, and it was rather chilly outside. That boy asked me to be his girlfriend through the notes app on an iPod touch. It was cute and corny, what can I say.
Once upon a time ago I was completely head over heels for this one guy. We didn’t date that long, yet the time we spent together was really special. We stayed friends for a long time, but we eventually grew apart from each other. I wasn’t in love with him.. I was in love with the idea of us. Love is supposed to be frightening, risky, and adventurous.. if I ever get to experience that, I’ll let you know.
I believe I’m leaving around 5, so I’ll text you and let you know when I’m heading over. I apologize now, cos I’ll probably end of waking you up upon arrival lol.
the one person I didn’t want finding my tumblr finally succeeded.. bgrntynmjyrukiuk,udcsvadvytnt FUCK
Answer:
It’s straight, I did it to myself. I became really fucking distracted towards the end of the semester.
Answer:
When you get put on academic probation it’s because your GPA is lower than the school’s standards. If I don’t take summer classes and raise my GPA, then I won’t be able to get financial aid in the Fall.
Tumblr is my real life diary. Everything that happens, I pretty much share on here. However, I found out about a month ago that I’ve been put on academic probation. Yeahhhh yeah, I partied a little too much towards the end of last semester.. fuck off. Anyways, I move back to Cullowhee tomorrow and I’m dreading every minute of it. I’ll be up there for a month; I move back home July 2nd. Everyone knows except the friends I made up at school. I’m really not in the mood to hear, “I told you so.”
I’m packing right now and I’m tempted to shoot myself in the face. Tomorrow I’m waking up early to finish packing and meet Rachel and Kaitlin for lunch. I really don’t wanna move again :c
How you hope your future will be like:
I see myself being successful in the future. Possibly with a steady career, too many cats, and a closet as big as my garage. As much as I tell myself and everyone else how much I love my major.. I do, but I don’t. It’s a love-hate relationship. I’m a writer, I love to write. However, writing won’t support the kinda future I want to have. I can totally picture myself sitting outside a little French cafe somewhere in the middle of Paris being completely lost, yet amazingly found. Yeah that was corny, stfu. Maybe in the future I’ll find the perfect lil’ tattooed, chubby, bearded man to go on adventures with. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
