i am done
with your condescending douchebaggery
i shall buy a kindle
and i shall be pleased
and you shall go rot in your own personal hell
with NO KINDLE.
THIS SONG. AH
“Tried taking a picture of a sink draining, wound up with a picture of an eye instead.” (via)
so much of this is not okay.
I feel like my best friends are just always in california when i need them. thats far.
THESE ARE MY FAVORITE LYRICS FROM THE ENTIRE ALBUM K THANKS
Anterograde Tomorrow (via saintvalkyrie)
for me to accept that some people just touch your life for a moment and then become a memory
I feel like I’ve been so blessed in life to make friends who so easily fit into your lives, no matter how busy the friendship never falters. There are very few people who I can say that I regret that I’m not in touch with.
Hey, being realistic over here, I know that I can’t just keep piling on friends and keep em all. But there are certain people who become such a critical part of my life its hard to imagine existing in a world without them. And for the most part, those people have always stayed.
Not too many people can say that they are just as close to their high school friends as they were in high school. Barely anyone will say the girl they called their best friend in eighth grade is still their best friend, and the person you trusted the most when you were ten, is the same person you tell all your secrets to.
But college is a little different. We’re older now, and people are different. We’re like family, but how are we going to fit into each others lives when we’re not living together. I can’t picture it.
this is not where I was going with this at all. in fact I am going to bed. And another one of rodrigo’s fishies died. It made me REALLY SAD.
Being best friends with someone doesn’t mean that you Skype twice a week at a specific time every time. It doesn’t mean that you text each other all the time, or call every Sunday night before you go to sleep. You don’t have to litter their Timelines or their Ask Boxes with inside jokes or half-hearted “I love you”s in an attempt to keep the relationship as strong as it used to be.
Because if you really are best friends, you shouldn’t have to do any of that stuff to still be best friends. And you shouldn’t be upset if your counterpart in this relationship doesn’t do those things - people have lives beyond one friendship, and real best friends realize and respect that. Being best friends shouldn’t be work. It shouldn’t be hard. You shouldn’t feel threatened that the relationship is going to break just because your contact is somewhat lacking.
Being best friends with someone means that even when you’re apart for months, or sometimes even years, and you don’t keep up constant contact, and you both get other friends, and interests, and your personalities change, you still come back together at some point and you act like nothing has changed. Because nothing has. You’re still best friends. And if you feel like you need to prove that to each other, then you obviously never were.
Obviously I am ecstatic that President Obama got reelected for another four years. I never really doubted he would. But then again, I never really doubted Al Gore woud win. In my defense, I was 8. IMO, all those people who just decide gay people can’t get married, and women should not have access to birth control, and say shitty things in other countries are just narrow minded. Which is fine, they are your values and morals, I may not agree with them but its fine. I just don’t think you should be president. Pfft Romney. On the other hand, I don’t know enough about or care enough about Politics to really go around telling people who they should vote for. I do anyway.
Growing up in California really skewed my perspective on politics though. Everyone I knew was a democrat. Heck in the second grade I thought everyone in the world was a democrat, so obviously George Bush wasn’t going win. Having friends being so passionate about Romney and republican ideals is really insane. And hey, for a whole day, this little state that I’ve grown to love and call (a second) home mattered. Yay Ohio.
Anyway, watching the election with my suite, really got me thinking. 4 years is a LONG TIME. Every time the olympics, and the leap year, and the presidential election all come around, I’m in a different place with different people, new best friends, and its crazy how ever changing our lives are at this point.
I think I had the most fun I ever had watching an election, last night. Mostly because I was watching with people rooting for both sides, and I’ll probably be retelling these stories four years later in Grad school or where I am. Which is actually a very scary thought.
In other news, I realized that a lot of my professors know my name. SRIJITA. That’s not an easy name to just remember. And in a class of a hundred students, its a little weird. It makes me feel like they know when I skip class and take it personally ><
OH and Puerto Rico becoming a state??? WHAT? Am I the only one who is totally not okay with this? Tell them to go be their own country. Wow I sound really close minded right now. Whatever, this is my blog. What are we going to sing now…fifty-one nifty united states? Someone did suggest just combining the Dakotas though. Sounds like a good compromise.
And all of this has definitely led me to be nostalgic as usual. I get nostalgic about everything. Will stuck my red plate in the microwave and it cracked, but I couldn’t let go of it. It holds all the important memories. Ridiculous.
Off to do laundry.
“And I left my scarf there, at your sister’s house; and you’ve still got it, in your drawer, even now.”
“But you keep my old scarf, from that very first week, ‘cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me.”