yup, i’m drunk. it’s 4:44 am and i’m uploading photos. hence the pirate face.
it was my birthday night, AND i wrote a 3,000 word essay today: it was a group project, but i volunteered to do the whole thing myself. you know what they say, “if you want it done right, you gotta do it yourself”. diy or die.
i went out with a bunch of dudes from my class tonight and i got so much fucking attention… from my necklace of all things. sample dialogue:
dude #1: “what is that? a camera?”
dude #2 (to dude #1): “stop staring into the camera!” (aka my cleavage)
dude #3 (also staring): “what camera?”
dude #3 is the guy who decided to tell people that i attempted to take him home last night. I MADE NO SUCH ATTEMPT.
why do people make up stories?!?!