I feel like..
I live my life in song quotes and movies.
My first night home was the oddest, however, because I got back and it smelled different. How could I not recognize the scene of my own home? It’s like not knowing how to spell your first name (which mine has one b for all of you who spell it wrong). It’s just kind of strange not feeling completely at home in your new home (my dorm) and not quite feeling at home in your old home (jack frost road). I don’t know. Growing up is strange.
Irazu, the coffee shop that we have wonderfully named “Zazu” is probably one of my favorite places on campus.
If I were a little bit more angsty and had more time on my hands, I would absolutely be in here more often…writing in my journal or reading Sylvia. It’s also an ideal spot for an afternoon nap because I think I could fall asleep in any one of the 16 (yes I just counted) of the comfy chairs around the shop.
I find this evening interesting because I feel as if the coffee shopped has been mobbed my Asians and it’s making me laugh.
That or it’s a small people group dominantly maintained by those of the Asian variety.
I am ten kinds of racist right now.
Hoping for nothing but good things.
I need you to not put on your judgmental face when i tell you the following: I slept with Nancy.
(via the-girlieshow)
I could be perfect for you.
