Now Playing: Never Let Me Go (Unplugged) by Florence + The Machine (the arms of the ocean are carrying me, and all this devotion was rushing out of me in the crushes of heaven, for a sinner like me, but the arms of the ocean delivered me)
#585: To be honest, I didn't realize how exhausted I was by the stresses of daily commute until I got home, ate a banana, and then promptly passed out. Afternoon naps at sixteen. How tragic.
#586: Never Let Me Go. Becoming. An. Obsession.
#587: Actually, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure if it's an ego boost or an ego bash. Either way all I know I'm supposed to like this person even though I feel kind of robbed and even though I've never met them, and the survival of several friendships are clinging to that.
#588: Does nobody else internally fangirl when a guy rubs his chin and mutters that he needs to shave? It's so obviously a bid for attention but hey...it works...
#589: I should probably stop offering my left hand for a handshake. It pisses people off. I guess as the left hander I'm permanently used to being pissed off. I have to swap cutlery, become virtually ambidextrous, swear at scissors that discriminate against the otherwise-handed...and right handed people just can't take it when we try to shake the wrong hand.
#590: I may be 5'3" but I reserve the right as a year twelve to bash through hoardes of year eights. There is no reason to clog up corridors in packs of forty. EVER.
#591: I know my hair looks somewhat cool but it is the result of cramming every single hairpin I own into my hair. Seriously.
#592: Anyone else have a friend that they really, really, really can't be angry at no matter what?
#593: Dear year elevens. Get out of our common room. We survived junior year without hot water.
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Shake with the hand you feel most comfortable with.
Neither of them have knives (I hope).
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