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You know I like you if I let you borrow a book of mine or I read a book you recommended to me.

They’re pretentious and assholes. I prefer geeks and freaks. 

Apparently everybody I know has already seen the crazy lady in Shockoe Bottom wearing the “Don’t vote for Obama, God says it’s a sin” sign and they have been taking pictures of her with the caption “Look at this dumb bitch standing outside the Exon!” 

I’m behind in my English class. We’re supposed to be reading Huckleberry Finn and be on chapter 24 or something. I was on chapter 7, but then I listening to the audio books up to chapter 12. I’m blaming the fact that I’m behind on the “grueling” study schedule I had myself on for a week preparing for my AP Stats exam, when in reality I stopped reading because I was reading Wuthering Heights instead. 

I was in Shockoe Bottom today, and I saw this woman wearing a black choir robe in 87 degree weather and she was wearing a sign on the robe that on the front said “Do not vote for Obama,” and on the back it said “God says it is a sin!” and she was texting on a silver Motorola  flip phone with an antenna. I laughed at her. 

My friend thinks it is okay to flirt with our 26 year old law student/ substitute/ our english teacher’s son. I’m mad I didnt do it first.

Why does The Billboard Music Awards, Game of Thrones, and Keeping Up With the Kardashians ALL have to come on the same night, in the same time frame. :( Sorry Kardashians, you shall be the re-run I watch tomorrow night. 

My grandma just looked at me with a straight face and said “I’m sick of this damn dog. I’m gonna get his balls chopped off next week.”

So 2 days ago, I rediscovered this guy who basically fell off the Earth for me and he the first guy I really, actually had feelings for. Now I’m dreaming about his ass again. Really mind? Why are you trying to fuck with me?  

These girls I know copy everything they see on tumblr and its quite funny because everybody thinks they are so original but really they’re just imitating these people who have popular pictures floating around. And then they post and reblog pictures of themselves hoping to get notes. Honey, please stop. You’re not famous because Diggy Simmons follows you on twitter, you’re not a model because you’re skinny, have Instagram, and pay for Barbizon, and you are most definitely not original or fashionable because you shop at Forever 21, listen to The Weeknd, and dyed the front part of your hair blonde. But hey, you can’t pick your family. 

I hate when I feel like someone doesn’t believe me. Especially when I’m telling the truth. But theres nothing I can do. I feel like it’s me, myself, and I. I’m done talking about it for good. Moving on starting today.

When I’m nervous, I start acting really cocky and arrogant. It’s obvious because it is so out of character for me. I dont mean to annoy people, but it’s my way of hiding my anxiety.