Realization

In less than a month, I won’t be eighteen anymore. There’s so much I haven’t done yet, and I still need to get my shit together. I don’t know why, but I really like being eighteen.

GET YOURSELF IN GEAR

currently avoiding everything

(Source: thechocolatebrigade, via thedevilsmaycry)

(Source: dopenessvwackness)

Necessary-

• Clean room
• Purchase text books
• Complete resume + application for scholarship

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Introversion

I’m usually a semi-outgoing person, but I’ve been isolating myself lately. People might call or text to do something, so I ignore them or find an excuse not to hang out whenever I feel that I won’t be good company. I’ve been sleeping and reading a lot. Today, my Dad even asked if I wanted to go to the doctor’s to see if I have mono.

I’m halfway through my winter break and I’m dangerously bored with this routine. Time for a change.

Look closely and you’ll see your hidden home away from home. The Mirrorcube is a nearly-invisible treehouse that truly blends in with nature. Built with exterior walls made from reflective “spyglass,” the pre-fab structure reflects its surroundings to become almost undetectable. (An infrared film, invisible to humans but visible to birds is placed within the glass to stop kamikazes.) Designed by Scandinavian architects Bolle Tham & Martin Videgård, it’s got a wood and aluminum body, and comes complete with restroom, queen-size bed, and Goonies-esque rope bridge.

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Scratch that.

This is potentially one of the most embarrassing things that has ever happened to me/that I’ve ever done to myself.

So- I knew that I was missing a portion of the other night, but I figured that I probably just stumbled downstairs and fell asleep. I just remember finishing my glass of wine and then waking up. It was really bothering me that I couldn’t remember (first time this has ever happened to me in my life, honest), so I texted my friend Seanan to try to put the pieces together. Apparently, I was “super schwasty” and a giant cockblock to the sweetest couple ever. Which just kills me. Kill me now, I hope nothing else of significance happened. Because I don’t want to ask anyone else, and I just don’t want to find out.

*Update- I just vaguely apologized via text to the girl and she didn’t know why I was apologizing. She said she “loved seeing me” at the party. This could be a good sign.

BUT THIS IS NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN. NO WINE FOR THIS GIRL.