October 2011
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The past few days I’ve been thinking about how genuinely content I am here (Calm before the storm that is comprised of 3 midterms next week?) despite not having anything to substantiate this feeling- I haven’t made any true friends, participated in life-changing events, done well on (or even taken) tests, experimented with..anything..
But it’s precisely the lack of solid...
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Penn 2011 Street Sex Survey →
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and if you don't know
now you know nigga
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I’m trying to do programming homework and I’m just thinking about how it’d be the cutest (read: nerdiest) thing to ask a girl to compile your code and run it
and the printed ASCII image would be something like a big I love you with a heart
Sometimes I have to tell myself that you do not want to be with me in order to not fall back into begging for it
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Whatever.
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I am such a first world kid
Sipping my four dollar drink in starbucks on my iPad and smartphone at the same time
Someone shoot me
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In a few years, I will regard this as fiction
Remember when we loved each other relentlessly? It’s sad because I can’t either. A faded memory of what was once the most fantastic thing in our lives, or at least mine. I won’t want to love again for a long time out of respect for this period of bliss. We were just kids, but the purity of our enjoyment of each other won’t be found elsewhere. In the future we won’t be...
Why do you have to mean so much to me?
I wish I could stop caring,
I wish I could stop hoping
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fapitalism:
Black kid 1: We about to go get twisted. Ya comin’ or what?
Black kid 2: Nah, man. I gotta hit the books, man.
Black kid 1: Aight.
Black kid 2: -proceeds home to take a hit from his bong named “The Books”-
why is this so funny to me
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My life
Saturday night. Reading econ, Justin Bieber’s Baby randomly playing in my head, rebuffing two peoples’ attempts to convince me to go out..
Seriously though there’s a limit to how much social interaction I have the patience for
(And so far, no one has had weed)
I was thinking that when one cries regularly to purge themselves of negative emotion, it’s in essence like bulimia: a happiness disorder rather than an eating disorder. But where are the support groups for this???
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Eating a lukewarm hot dog from the Phillies game...
What is my life. This is college.
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My recent love life problems have been reminiscent of Jersey Shore’s Sam and Ron in that we can’t decide if we’re broken up or not as well as that I cry or bitch about it in a manner that pisses everyone else the fuck off.
That’s over after last night, there will be no more reconciliation because he is resolute and logical (well, with the help of his friends) and ended...
