to: {:L:}

100 16 6
                                    

april 28

5:23 p.m.

dear l,

it feels like i've spent hours and hours and hours working on my {agh} stupid final sociology paper. since i procrastinated quite spectacularly, i spent forever and ever and ever transferring my survey data onto a table.

you know how much i hate tables - and now i'm thinking i should've done it in excel but whatever not doing that again.

and i still don't have a bio article for the summary that was due yesterday -

brilliant!

anyway, you turn 18 tomorrow so that will be a thing - though since it's freaking snowed we probably won't be able to do the picnic thing we had planned... {not as bitter as i sound in the above lines i promise}

i just received a ton of screenshots from the dal group chat because apparently one of the kings people are in that one too? the dal one has no chill. at all. like, negative chill. shade's being thrown everywhere. {dal is the uni right next to kings, where i will be attending}

i'm waiting for my chicken strips to cook and reminiscing about play - can we say theatre? that sounds so much nicer than play. i never ate my chicken strips/or nuggets during the day, then after theatre i'd microwave them and everyone would share because we were starving. {even you who doesn't even like chicken strips}

ahh.

{i actually stopped doing sociology to start on my biology article search but i was inspired.}




i'm listening to scott helman he's so agh.

i've been watching gossip girl again and i love it omg. even more than before. i spent all morning watching it, 'twas lovely.

i was rereading fangirl and there's this part i completely forgot about where they're making out for the first time (actually, second kiss) and she's touching his widow's peak and it's like "it reminded her of mendel and punnet squares" and i was like whAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? because we just did those. in bio. yeah, anyway.


talk 2 u l8r m8,

S

drunken shakespeareWhere stories live. Discover now