I literally hate Sundays.
I should probably dedicate the next few hours to writing an opening statement for our “court case” in English class, or maybe finishing up my math homework, or, most importantly, looking at the driver’s manual that’s been laying on my bedroom floor for who knows how long.
But instead I’m going to go for a walk and try to use up my last roll of film.
What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.
Looking for Alaska (via knock-turn) +Anonymous asked: What's one word to describe yourself? And a characteristic you wish you had?
Ugh I hate having to pick one word to describe something. I’m sorry, but I dunno.
I wish I cared about things more than I do. I have that whole I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-anything attitude and mindset and I wish I could jazz it up a bit.
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This is the average Saturday of Melissa:
-Wake up.
-Read/do homework/watch HGTV/go back to sleep.
-Once noon comes around, I’ll start thinking about getting in the shower.
-Once 1:00 comes around, I actually will get in the shower.
-After that, I sit around and wait for my hair to dry and I find some clothes to wear and I proceed with sitting around.
-Devin picks me up when he’s off work
-We drive around and spend money on things we don’t need at all or we go to his house and watch endless amounts of TV shows and movies or sometimes we do something extra fun like going to McDonalds for ice cream cones and coffee and then going to dollar stores and roaming around with nothing really in mind as far as purchases go.
-Come home
-Sleep.
Today was different though (a little) and I’m not tired at all so I’m probably going to be up until four watching Law & Order SVU and hgtv and eating disgusting amounts of chocolate chip cookies and popcorn and drinking water until my body drowns in itself.
Hmmmmmmfff.
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