virgins aka nicest kid ever.

I AM SO FUCKING HUNGOVER. But seriously, it's 6pm, I've been up since 7:30 and I still feel like balls. It was ender bender yesterday (last day of classes) and I only have two finals and they're both web ct so I figured I could make it work. I actually had a really good day.
I started drinking mimosas at 10am hahaha. Then I rocked a solid buzz until about 8pm when TK picked me up and we went to Mojo's. DS works there and I am like in love with him bahaha. He is so sexy. And I never ever like blond guys. Also, he is the genuinely nicest boy I have ever met in my life. (K is convinced he's gay just from my stories bahaha). But seriously, he's soooo nice. Like I have never met someone that is so genuinely kind. I was hammered and hitting on him so hardcore hahahaha and he let me sleep in his bed while he was at work and then when he got home he just left me to sleep and he slept on the couch. He was like you looked really comfortable and like you were having a good sleep so I didn't want to wake you up. He bed was also extremely comfortable.
BUT, he's a virgin. I honestly couldn't even believe it. He is way too hot to be a virgin. Like I was mind fucked for sure. I didn't even know 20 year old boys could be virgins. I don't necessarily think it's a bad thing I'm just baffled. Who is a virgin at 20 these days? AND what boy is a virgin at 20 these days?

thanks, s.

true story.

"But you know, the thing about romance is... people only get together right at the very end."

-Love Actually

more than half, no big deal.

Best news about my history essay: I can actually write them. Research papers = story of history = I have some practice. Thus tomorrow shouldn't take long at all to edit.
Bad news about my history essay: It's worth 55 percent of my grade.

almost there.

Well, I suppose 2am is better than 4:30am. I am finished my Manson paper and momma's gonna edit it in the morning then I'll check it over myself and then hand that in.
S, was a lifesave and went over my phil essay because I legitimately suck at them sooo bad because I have no idea how to express what I want to say. I just feel like a total quack in that class because I have no idea what I believe. So tomorrow I'll go over and fix everything she said pointed out and then hand that in tomorrow afternoon.
Looks like one last busy day then I'm freeeee. haha well sort of. I have to start studying for finals tomorrow after I'm done all that. Oh and I have a quiz at 9:30am so I'm going to have to get up at 7... better get to sleep.

the fence type.

I HATE PHILOSOPHY!
But to be fair, I hate it in the way that I am a very wishy-washy, depends-on-the-situation type. I am a fence rider for sure. I hate making big decisions and when I do, I literally hmm and haw about it and analyze every possible outcome. And once I actually make the decision, I go over absolutely everything I could have done differently, how different my life would be, etc. It sounds stupid, but I don't know how else to be. I am constantly analzying others and society and especially myself on how to be different, how to be better.
I actually really enjoy philosophy. I like reading about controversial things that require such intense thought. Things that people can have a real conversation about rather than me roll my eyes while you tell me about your alcoholism and one-night stands.
I mean I'm writing a paper on free will right now and I have to discuss whether I think that it human actions are the result of determinism or simply chance. And to be perfectly honest, I honestly believe in determinism. I believe that every thing that has happened, whether we can explain it or understand it, has an antecedent cause. I think that every decision we make matters. And I have argued with people about this on end. Ayer suggests that we are perhaps 'co-conspirators' in our fate instead of slaves to it. And I think he's right. I mean people have tried to argue that a family hit by a drunk driver had absolutely no choice in their death. But they did. They may not have known it, but leaving at the time that they did, under the conditions that they did, led them to their fate. So it really wasn't fate at all. It was a choice.

great day.

Today I woke up, looked at my twitter on my phone and legitimately laughed out loud. Why you ask? Well because S tweeted exactly this:
"LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS TO DEFEAT THE HUNS".
Bahahahahahaha I laughed so hard and sung it all morning until I got puked on by a small little child that was the most disgusting thing ever. But, I survived.

I crack myself up.

I wish that other people thought I was as funny as I think I am. I always make the cleverest little jokes and I laugh to myself about how clever and witty I am. I can seriously sit and think of funny things or funny memories and laugh for so long by myself and half the time I look like a crazy person, but I'm not, I swear. I just think I'm funny.