Walking with a heavy foot and slamming doors makes you look dumb.

I can spend the whole entire day looking at kitten/cat photos. 

You know you are gay when you look at girls and think, “You have so much potential to be beautiful if you did your hair differently and dressed better.” 

In high school a girl threw her used pad on a teacher’s desk because he refused to let her use the bathroom.

If you don’t have a picture of yourself on your tumblr I assume that you are hideous or that you are an old creep. 

When I walk into a new class, I always tend to hesitate getting to know people. I usually walk into class thinking that most of the people here are probably stupid or homophobic. So instead of trying to get to know people I just sit there and learn. I guess this works out because I really end up knowing my shit, but in the end I walk out of class either rushing to the computer lab to play a stupid facebook game or going for food. And that has been okay all up until now because my boyfriend has always been on campus to hang out with. But now he graduated and I really have no idea what I will be doing besides walking aimlessly around campus, counting down the minutes until my next class. I get that my main goal in college isn’t to make friends and that I should be concentrated on learning, but I am tired of feeling pathetic. 

I get this feeling every now and again it’s, “The I feel like I am probably the least interesting person in the room” feeling. It’s pretty strange because when I am surrounded by a group of people I am comfortable with I am usually the one who cannot shut up. 

This is a post that would be in my delete pile. 

I tend to delete my thoughtful/self-pitying posts because I sound like a pretentious prick. 

There are only three things I want to accomplish this summer/life:

• Become a professional DIY’er
• Start running in the morning.
• Get a job. 

I wish cat poop did not exist. I wish that somehow whenever they had to poop it was transported to a planet where the people eat it. 

I remember in high school I had an Irish substitute teacher and the whole time in class I kept asking him to say, “They’re always after me lucky charms.” 

A party is not a party if I have to pay for my food and drinks. That is called a hangout. Do not tell me that we are having a party, but we all have to pay for our food and drinks. *clicks not going*