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T-Rex Trying to Stow his Bag in the Overhead Compartment…

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I’m leaving today to upstate New York for my cousin’s wedding. For some reason, I’m more afraid to fly than usual.

So I started writing a really long, personal text post and then I realized that it was much too long and personal so I cut&pasted it into a word document. 

Apparently, I have terrible grammar when I blog. 

‘The Other Woman’ with Natalie Portman is a sad fucking movie.

That whenever someone reblogs like an outfit, or some jewelry, or some trinkets on tumblr and say something about how awesome it is and how they would kill for that outfit/accessory/trinket, I have a really random urge that it is my duty to give that to them. If I agree that they would looks awesome with that outfit/accessory/trinket, I deeply wish that I could provide it for them, even if it is someone I don’t particularly know or talk to or like.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to a Florence + The Machine concert up at USF in September. I really want that.

(Source: mrgolightly)

I’d say I don’t typically post mushy thing about Daniel on here, but lately I’ve been feeling especially sentimental. :/

Daniel is, like, really funny. Really. Like today I was telling him how easy I thought the AP Government test was and he was like “The United States identifies as: a)[something], b)the Pacific Ocean, c)a Democratic Republic d) a Pixar movie, or e)the Porcupine pufferfish IN the Pacific Ocean”

and I almost died.

Also, whenever Daniel and I are listening to country music and a Darius Rucker song comes on we both say “FUCK Darius Rucker!”

Also, Daniel’s cat Precious is probably the biggest Daddy’s Girl I’ve ever seen and she makes me jealous because she’s such a bitch.

Also, I don’t know why it happened the first time, but he keeps doing this really fucking adorable thing where he pretends he’s a little baby piglet and gives me little snort-kisses all over my neck like he’s eating from a trough AND IT TICKLES SO BAD and he does these little piggy-giggles and it is THE MOST ADORABLE THING

Also, I can say that there is not one thing about my body that he makes me self-conscience about, which is something that I kind of struggled with in other relationships. 

He is in love with my butt, which up until recently I had been adamantly told by a old friend that it was nothing to be proud of. Now I love my juicy-booty ;)

Also, we’re working things out, a miracle in itself. He loves me, which is probably the hardest thing he’s ever decided to do.

Also, he is a wondrous lover…mHM!

I do think that everyone is being fucking stupid for bitching about the administration not letting us “have fun” because 1) I think it is a stupid idea to begin with and 2) we are not entitled to shit over our last week in high school. The most hilarious argument I’ve heard is that “oh we’re so lame, don’t you want to be remembered for having a badass senior prank and being awesome and not lame because everyone is saying how lame our class is we don’t get to have fun fuck administration” because to be honest, I really don’t give a shit. There are a hundred things in my life and in my future that I’d rather be recognized for. The people that are complaining the most are the ones who peak in high school, if I can even give them that credit. Of all the things to care about, why something so petty? People are going to forget. You don’t matter. Maybe its because I went to the senior awards last night, but I feel like if these douchebags REALLY wanted to be remembered at the school, to REALLY get people talking, to REALLY make an impact, they should have done what some of those people on stage had done. THOSE are the people I’m going to remember from high school, the Kali’s, the Ashley Gosling’s, the Reece’s, the Nick Chrone’s the Kistin/en’s, the Daniel Rivera’s. I’m not even close to being in their league, but I’d rather have their accomplishments define the Class of 2012 then any dumb prank.

And side note: sorry that there are students that are trying to prepare for AP tests and we’d rather stay in class than “have fun”.

This year’s prom pictures taken by my uncle, Barry Milligan Photography