Thankful to have friends who encourage my narcissism.
NOW BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING.>
Sarah. Twenty One. Feminist.
Columbia College. Fiction Writing Major.
Stuck in Chicago.
THIS IS MY FACE IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING.
(I tend to post it a lot, so if you don't like it then you better skedaddle.)
I know I've got a big ego. I really don't know why it's such a big deal though.
Prone to posting: pictures of my face, silly details about my day, TMIs, complaints, porn (#NSFW if you have to Tumblr savior it), "writing," feminism, body positivity, Doctor Who/Buffy freakouts, crude language, and self love.
I'm a big advocate for underwear dancing as self care.
Also into helping other people celebrate their sexy selves.
SUBMIT your pictures to the Selfie Love Project.
You should probably technically only look at this shit if you're 18+ but whatever, kid, I'm not your mom.
(Also this is the sad truth about my Tumblr.)
♡♡♡ BLOG LIKE UR TUMBLR FAMOUS. ♡♡♡
Flirting with hot teacher dads who aren’t very good at flirting at the AV desk. Awwww yeah.
In the span of my commute today, I met the oldest guy that’s ever flirted with me (probably in his 70’s, a sweetie with a thick accent and a quiet voice who wants me to dye my hair brown and is convinced by my “interesting face” that I have to be from Russia or Scandinavia) and the youngest guy that’s ever flirted with me (he was probably about two and smiled and giggled at me before finally blurting out, “I like you!!!”). It’s been an eventful morning.
I stayed out way too late and spent way too much money.
But I officially secured a new friend.
Going for the whole make-it-look-professional-and-the-rest-can-slide approach on my Market Report for my Publishing class.
Related Side Note: Check out the online lit mag I’m researching, Untoward! It’s a fantastic Chicago-based magazine with really quirky pieces and it’s all free! I really need to read more of it, but for now, I recommend Survivors, Big Head, and Phototaxis.
I have hit a wall. I have counted the amount of fucks I have to last me the semester and realized I need to budget them. I can’t give a fuck for tonight’s reading, though I might use that fuck later when I’m doing the take-home quiz on the reading but for now, I have to save that fuck for tomorrow and next week and I just I can’t. I’m going to overdraft my fucks and be in fuck debt and I just can’t afford that right now.
I suddenly got motivated at 10pm and the results were really exciting.
BIGGEST LIBRARY PET PEEVE.
"Hey, is this coffee free?"
Yes, that’s why I’m sitting here next to a cash register under a sign with prices on it.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
"Just put on some motivating music."
"Like Eye of the Tiger?"
"I was thinking My Heart Will Go On."
"There are two kinds of people."
Someone’s been setting the AV desktop wallpapers to generic sexy ladies, so Walt changed them today.
Lol like I’m gonna get any shelving done today.
There’s this really cool freshman in my poetry class and she’s always writing about her long-distance girlfriend (don’t let the subject matter fool you, they are a+ poems) and I always want to be like, “Noo, let me tell you a thing this is a bad idea you will regret it next year!!!” but I just creeped on her girlfriend on Facebook and now I wanna be like, “Daaamn, girl, you hold onto that one.” I mean like I want to write a poem about this girl.
Dude I feel like the creepiest creep right now—SHE BROUGHT THE GF TO CLASS TODAY.
Sometimes I forget I use an H&M bag as a Beyonce poster in my bathroom.
I’m so stoked for Friendsgiving, you guys!!!