Do you know what that means?
TANNING SO MUCH THAT I CAMOUFLAGE INTO THE SHADE.
I don’t understand why people want to tan. I’m rather the opposite. I want to be like one of those pale Koreans that carry around parasols.
Ah, the life.
People need to stop uploading videos to Tumblr, or Tumblr needs to add some sort of fast-forward, rewind button somewhere.
DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO REWIND A TUMBLR VIDEO.
VERY.
Ladies. One. At. A. Time.
A.J: There’s this legend that God, Buddha or Allah was cooking bread in the shape of people. One was burned and the other was undercooked. Then, he cooked bread that was just right. That would be the Asians.
Me: OH YEAH, PROOF THAT ASIANS WIN AT LIFE.
I like that legend. I like it a lot.
I did.
I’ve never felt like such a female in my entire life.
I still despise dresses.
She cut quite a bit of length off. Hello~ I’m trying to grow it long here, lady.
Still waiting for that day where I have silky smooth, long hair. [sniff] We’ll get there one day, baby.
Take your “licking-teeth-slash-lips-winking-and-biting-of-the-lips-whilst-wearing-a-cap-comma-glasses-and-piercings” animated pictures somewhere else.
Nobody likes you. You’re not cool. You’re not hot either. And I think you’re pretty much annoying the fuck out of everyone.
Yours Sincerely,
Diego.
The jolly season is soon arriving. What a better way to celebrate by pimpin’ your car Rudolph style?
I love seeing two of my friends getting together. It’s so mushy and romantic and cute.
Oh… ahem, I mean. Ew. Love. Gross. My hard core external is still there, I assure you.
And I need to wear a dress.
A DRESS.
A DRESS.
A DRESS.
I… I hate dresses.
All exams are finished. Nada. Finito. Thank god! I am so relieved. I’m literally free now. It feels nice.
It feels really nice.
Marks:
I also got some assignments back and I’m happy with all my marks. School year is basically done. Next week is swim school and that’s basically a bludge. Now, off to pack for Newcastle. Bye!
Wise words from my friend, Mohammad.
Or something along the lines of that.
So, I wrote on a Post-It note, “Donut touch me, I’m Elizabeth’s” and stuck it on and chucked it in the fridge.
Look at the influence Tumblr has had on me.
Brother: Why did you write ‘donut’ when clearly it’s a chocolate bar?
Me: …Go away.
