today, i cannot be bothered with bullshit. so, when i overhear my BFFs (which is impossible to avoid since they constantly talk with their “outside” voices) talking shit about other girls, or referring to themselves as “black” - that kinda stuff bothers me. more than it should.
okay, i don't normally do this,
BUT I NEED TO POST ABOUT MY IDIOT RESIDENTS. seriously. i come back to my room to see one the the residents i hate most hanging out in my BFFs (false, def not my BFFs, they hate my guts and the feeling is mutual, so i jokingly call them my BFFs) room. GET A CLUE, BRO. AND GET THE F OFF MY FLOOR. GO BACK TO YOUR SHITTY 6TH FLOOR. however, i cant do that. truth is, i want him nowhere near me or...
Definitely sick. Cant stay awake, freezing cold to dying of warmth. Not hungry, then starving. Hollaaaaaaa.
i want a burrito, but its raining.
What's Up With "Its" and "It's"?
…check this out, all right, I’m the President of the United States—[I] only...– If this isn’t evidence for the brokenness of the education system, coming straight from Barack Obama, don’t know what is. Obama spoke in North Carolina on why Congress needs to act to prevent interest rates on student loans from doubling. (via explore-blog)
i love paperclips because they make me feel organized.
i'm so unfit because all i eat is rappers.
One day when I step outside, I want it to be...
CANADIAN HOCKEY PLAYERS!
enteringeducation: Me: Would anyone like to volunteer to read? *moment of silence* Student jumps up *in a dramatic voice*: I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!
Tweet, Tweet, Go the Kindergartners →
infoneer-pulse: “Tweet, tweet, tweet!” chirped the kindergartners in Jennifer Aaron’s class last week, as they settled onto the multicolored carpet and began to consider what they would like to send out into the Twitter universe that day. Three days a week, as the school day draws to a close, the children in Ms. Aaron’s class sit down to compose a message about what they have been doing all...
positivelypremed: Last week was really tough. Sometimes I wonder why I even became an RA. Then I remember the reason. lol. i like my job, but sometimes this is veryy true :]
lireal: Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I hear a fire alarm; thanks, res life.