Waking Up and Marching On

Yes you can. We all think that when we are in love. And then it ends and you HAVE to imagine being with someone else for the sake of your own sanity. When you’re in love it’s not that you can’t imagine being with anyone else— it’s that you don’t want to. That’s the difference between being in love and being heartbroken. 

You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?

That’s my favorite part of reading. 

(Source: tommyshawsboots)

I’m ready to just go back to sleep. Today sucks. 

First of all, I woke up at 11:30 with two quizzes due at noon. Both were 45 questions and I failed them both because I had to race through them and guess because even though they’re open book, I only had a half hour and I don’t own the book. My fault, I know. 

Then I get to class and I listen about all the bullshit I’m supposed to be learning. Blahhhh blahhhhhh blahhhhh. Then it comes time for lab and for lab we are supposed to be teaching people with disabilities how to play sports. My partner and I have this 18 year old kid who has severe autism that has little to no social or communication skills. He hardly said anything the whole time despite mine and my partner’s attempt at talking and trying to figure out what he likes to do when he plays basketball. At the end, he marches right up to our instructor and starts screaming “WHERE’S SARAH?!?! WHERE’S SARAH?!?! I HATE THESE TWO”. Awesome ego boost. I know he can’t help it but I felt an inch tall after class today. 

Oh- BREAKING NEWS: in a weird change of events, turns out the guy I made out with at the bar on Friday is in my classes. Really fucking awkward. In other news, he’s now well aware I’m a huge homo because I looked suuuuper gay in class today so maybe he will finally take the hint and quit texting me. I shouldn’t be allowed to drink. 

After class I went to the gym. I ran a couple miles then started to lift legs. I was using this machine and just stepped away to get a drink of water and this guy came up and just took over the machine. Really fucking cool dude. I blew it off since I only had one more set to go and went to another machine. THIS MOTHER FUCKER. Such a tool bag. He sat down on the leg extension machine, put it on like 300 and tried to lift it. He was legit moving his knee MAYBE through 5* range of motion. OH MY GOD, YOU’RE SO IMPRESSIVE LIFTING 300 POUNDS 3 INCHES WITH YOUR LEGS. TEACH ME HOW TO BE A BODY BUILDER1111!!11!11!!!! I hope he gave himself a hernia and walks like he took it up the ass for the next week for being such a dumb ass. In short, I hate men. Even if my drunken Friday night escapades with my classmate seem to give another impression. 

Anyway, I’m done bitching. It’s been a dumb day but I’m over it. I’m gonna go take my midol and chill the fuck out now. 

to-be-only-yours:

(in case you didn’t already know)

the USWNT Olympic schedule:

• vs France (5 p.m. local / 12 p.m. ET) on July 25
• vs Colombia (5 p.m. local / 12 p.m. ET) on July 28 
• vs Korea DPR (5:15 p.m. local / 12:15 p.m. ET) on July 31 

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