i punched my ceiling fan while listening to meads of asphodel and now it’s making a clinking sound

oh well i don’t care im moving soon

"we’re not listening to your fucking yoda metal"

im wearing the shirt that sam puked on right now this is a special moment

libraries are closed on mondays?

i can’t figure out how to hook up the tube to the vacuum so i guess im not vacuuming

if i take political philosophy next year my professor will be prof ripstein

that’s a cool name

drunk but not drunk enough to comment “mood: apathetic” on everyone’s facebook statuses

i know a girl who got her name tattooed on her leg and she just poked me on facebook and im crying

also i found out my dad can’t tell when im drnk