What seem to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.
(this is from the importance of being earnest)
my characters response is “this seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious kind” (about the death of a wild brother)” —Oscar Wilde (via little-sincerity)
we are making a mural of sexy/awesome men for our door.
someone posted that they have strep throat.
i saw streep throat.
meryl has invaded my mind
1 bedroom-2 people. me and allie. she is actually the most wonderful person ever
big living room and balcony
(also random, but got a B on my first paper of my 2nd writing class. so pumped cause i was expecting a C.)
but actually, my roommate left to pick up a friend, and I was under the impression that she was coming back and we would go out or do something
she left more than an hour ago. i know this sounds obsessive, but i dont care that she isn’t back. I care that she didnt even think to tell me that she wasnt coming back or what her plans were.
i have absolutely nothing to do and i feel like an idiot.