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.
Shake with the hand you feel most comfortable with.
ReplyDeleteNeither of them have knives (I hope).