Its amazing how amazing it seems that the world is still spinning. One roommate is still whining about not getting enough respect. The other is still in a drug-induced haze.
Why can’t they see my grandfather is dying?
Why does anything else matter to them?
The answer of course that its not their grandfather. It is just another day for them. But my mind doesn’t want to believe that anything else could matter to anyone.
Here goes nothing
I spend all of yesterday in intense pain after eating ramen the night before, and now I’m eating ramen before going to bed again. Its the only food I have and everything on the drag is probably closed. Here goes nothing.
Is too awesome. I keep telling myself that I’m having the best time of my life and it will just be downhill from here, then my life just gets even better
Mandatory reblog since I’m a comp sci major.
Coming back from a hootenany
My RA stops us after coming back from a video game party to ask us if we have been drinking, because if we were, she wanted in on it. Then once she finally believed that we weren’t, she told us to have more parties, and then she walked by us to her room and she smelled really strongly of smoke. I love my RA.
I was going to make a chart about how much of my life I spend in overwhelming agony and trying to act like I’m not in pain, but my shoulder hurts to much to move. And my stomach isn’t happy, and my head hurts. I hate being lactose intolerant and having chronic back and shoulder problems. They need to invent something that’s stronger than ibuprofen but doesn’t make you think your a Spartan or something.