A bird, a plane.



A bibliophile. A cartoon lover. A hot mess.

I am very aware that you are the other half of me. The edges need to be smoothed so we can finally fit together.

The First Day of the Rest of My Life.

This week is very pivotal, being the week of my job training, and the week I officially became part of Loyola University. And it definitely feels like the beginning of the rest of my life. As I spoke to my adviser, he flat out told me that I got a lot on my plate. He said to only take two classes at a time in order to do well. Three at the most, and two classes each summer. So I will not get a vacation for three more summers. Tack that on to the past four summers that I did vacation either. Weekends are going to be filled with homework, since I have to jet to class the moment work is over. Classes don’t end until nine at night. I don’t even know when I’m going to eat. I knew it’d be like this. I asked for it. But even when I graduate I have to take the three to five years it takes to get a PsyD. It scares me because I feel like I have to set everything but work and school aside until I’m about thirty. This better turn into something good if I’m never going to get married or cultivate friendships. =/ 

Cute. Funny. And there’s a little something for you too, *NSYNC fans.

Guilty pleasure. I love how she says “Vit-ah-min.” You silly poseur Lana, you’re American! …Right?

(Source: littleredrunninghood)

Smooth move, Criminal.

I feel like a teenager because for some reason, a lot of the songs on the radio currently relate to my life:

Kelly Clarkson’s Stronger

Taylor Swift’s We’re Not Getting Back Together

Maroon 5’s One More Night


I’m sure there are more, and I’m not even sure those are the song titles. But every time I turn on my car at least Taylor or Maroon 5 is playing on the radio and I’m like, “Dammit!! I know what you mean, pop star! We are EXACTLY THE SAME.” I need a CD player.