My boyfriend told me he spoke with his parents tonight about our plan to move out of Philadelphia in the next 6 months. The way he was acting, I suspect he told them that he plans on proposing. I can feel the ducks being put in a row you guys. The stars are aligning above us. It’s all coming together. I am shitting my pants.
Besides, what other direction can your relationship take when you get texts that say “what if we accidentally fused together in an explosion”
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1. I stopped watching the Walking Dead because I hated the zombie nightmares after, but I haven’t watched the show in weeks and still regularly have the nightmare anyway.
2. I have TERRIBLE posture and just purchased a corrective back brace to retrain myself how to stand… considering wearing it under my suit for my presentation tonight?
3. I am uninterested in children in general, but I am trying to convince my friend to have a baby just so I can throw her a harry potter themed shower.
4. More often than not, there is an open bottle of “bedside” wine on my nightstand.
5. After hearing all the local gossip at thanksgiving, I am less thrilled about moving back to Pittsburgh than I was before. Forgot about all the small town bullshit that goes along with living in a small town.
6. I have a presentation tonight and then my accounting final next week, and I will have literally nothing to do with my life (besides apply for jobs) and that makes me nervous.
7. I have zero interest in watching movies lately. I don’t have the attention span, and there really hasn’t been anything that I wanted to see for years.
8. The next books on my reading list are Carrie, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, and In Your Dreams which is a fictional love story written about the man depicted in the Tiffany window in my college’s chapel.
9. I found my dream job on the way home, and it turns out my sister is going to their company Christmas party this Friday with a friend!
10. My procrastination craft project of the week is making my holiday cards… will probably pinterest for hours and wind up buying my own Friday.
imagine warped tour except in winter and instead of stages they do bonfires and all the bands do acoustic campfire renditions of their songs and everybody crowds around to get warm and all the merch is like sweaters and ski hats and there’s hot chocolate and snow and stuff
I’m convinced that I failed my econ exam. Seriously it was terrible and I did not work hard enough on it and did not give myself enough time and should have studied one million times more. I am probably going to fail this test which means I might fail the class, since that means getting a C or lower and it’s entirely possible I have that grade since I didn’t turn in all the extra credits on the homeworks and I missed a class THE ONLY CLASS I SKIPPED ALL SEMESTER, and if I fail this class that means I have to retake it and I wont graduate and no one wants to hire a failing non graduate dropout and my career will be over and I’ll be in debt forever and will never have a farm or chickens and this is the worst day ever.
Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.
Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.
Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”
Ms. Wake … had mixed feelings about previous cinematic efforts to portray her wartime exploits … “It was well-acted but in parts it was extremely stupid,” she said. “At one stage they had me cooking eggs and bacon to feed the men. For goodness’ sake, did the Allies parachute me into France to fry eggs and bacon for the men? There wasn’t an egg to be had for love nor money. Even if there had been why would I be frying it? I had men to do that sort of thing.”
- my fake ugg boots (shut up it is so cold here)
- nail polish. Zero polish, ten unpainted nails
- any kind of hair conditioner, which is extremely necessary for my bird nest winter dander hair
- a litter box for Harv, and a second bowl for her food
- cloth pad things for the steam mop I dragged across the state for my mum to use (steam all the thiiiiings!!)
- more than one pair of pants, but don’t fear because I brought at least 15 tops for 5 days so that evens out right?
It’s 10:15 and we’re just leaving (yes it took me 3 hrs to clean and pack)! First stop, the dump! Second stop, pay all the rent! Third stop, boys house to grab his suitcase! Fourth stop, men’s warehouse to get fitted for a suit the boy forgot about until just now! Fifth stop, Pittsburgh!!
I slept with a scarf on all night, slept in longer than I wanted, still haven’t finished cleaning up from the weekend, haven’t started packing for Pittsburgh tomorrow, haven’t started the case assignment due at midnight, need to make myself decent to present my Econ project tonight, but all I want to do is curl up in bed with Harv and never go outside again
Ok Dr. Phil’s wife, Robin, (yes groan, but listen up) has this new app out (iPhone and Android) that’s for people in abusive relationships. It’s called Aspire News and it’s disguised as a regular news app, but when you go to the “Help” section of the app, it…
although if it’s any indicator of how terrible my sense of humor is… I still regularly crack up thinking about an inside joke my sister and I had about a picture in a book we read when we were infant babies.