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19 Apr 14 at 11 am
tags: ow  personal 

I like to think I got respectfully ‘tore up’ last night. Go me.

Last night was too much for me, so tonight I am hiding in my room reading a book about misogyny interestingly written by a man…


18 Dec 13 at 6 pm
tags: personal  ow  owww  oww 

sorry for complaining and/or being a baby but this sort of mouth anesthesia whatever idek stuff effects me and last time I had something when I got my wisdom teeth out I fainted and was in bed for about a week and I am trying to avoid that again haha maybe this feels worse because I was awake the whole time and it was more a conscious stressed out psychological thing than when they knocked me out idk 

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13 Dec 13 at 1 pm

Tríed to work out this morning….It was awful just why….

Cleaning up a bit and then back to my capstone…

tags: ow  personal 

Stressed~ I’m that trifecta of hungover/headache/heatstroke. 
Aleast my partner is properly caffeinated and peppy dancing everywhere~ 
She’s wonderful talking about her elite Delhi accent she can pull off  


08 Mar 13 at 2 pm
tags: personal  ow 

If I ever complain about a headache, I’m probably hungover.


02 Nov 12 at 2 pm
tags: personal  ow 

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  • Job was hard. real hard.
  • I’m gonna be forever young.
  • But actually.
  • Everyone kept asking me how old I was.
  • And then shocked when I said 20.
  • Apparently I look 16.
  • I’m in pain.
  • I texted a few of my friends to come to the cafe and be nice to me.
  • They did. 
  • That was awesome.
  • Then the boss, shmoozed them..and Leticia, my mother.
  • He also can’t remember my name.
  • So he calls me Frank.
  • The end.

and I would never ever not love this boy.

It’s awkward, because I could easily give that kid everything, I want to. 
Life with him would be a creative drunkenly happy adventure, 

but hey. 

Let’s have him be across the sea….
And just old enough so that our lives are never in sync.

Great. 

I love this little read more thing. :>

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Trying to put my human rights paper together, more specifically on womens rights. So many spheres to women’s rights, at the heart the battle for equality and entitlement of a citizen equal to that of a man.

Yo. I don’t know what I’m doing. So much information. 

My fever finally came down but my body is tired of trying to fight it. I’m so tired 

The fever comes back when I don’t take medicine, my parents said I’ve had it for too long, it’s not good for my brain and stuff, and they have demanded I go to the doctor, or the physicians assistant or whoever the hell fake doctor they have at health services.

Here’s the thing.

  • I want to go to NYC tomorrow, c’mon its for UNICEF, hopefully the people I will be working for one day, them or UNWOMEN? Whatever I’d take it. I already paid for the ticket, where I’m staying etc. 
  • I need to go to the library and begin building a bibliography for this mofo before my bus leaves at 2 tomorrow. 
  • I don’t have an appointment or time to go to health services for them to tell me to take 2 sugars in my tea instead of one too keep my calorie intake up. 
  • ^They’re stupid.
  • My ears hurt. Throat is scratchy. I feel like someone’s stealing my energy.
  • I want cookies.
  • All I ever want is cookies. (Lately my food has consisted of nothing but warm smooshy stuff, not exactly the plant matter I’m used to consuming…) 
  • DANGGGGGGGG
  • I packed my bag anyway…