Taken from Lydio… minus well do something semi-productive on the computer.
Day 01: Ten random facts about yourself. Day 02: Nine things you do every day. Day 03: Eight things that annoy you. Day 04: Seven fears / phobias. Day 05: Six songs that you’re addicted to. Day 06: Five things you can’t live without. Day 07: Four memories you won’t forget. Day 08: Three words you can’t go a day without using. Day 09: Two things you wish you could do. Day 10: One person you can trust
“Teachers of students in the United States wrote this date on blackboards again and again and asked the children to memorize it with pride and joy: 1492 — They told the children this was when their continent was discovered by human beings. Actually, millions of human beings were already living full and imaginative lives on the continent in 1492. That was simply the year sea pirates began to rob, cheat, and kill them.”—Kurt Vonnegut,Breakfast of Champions (via kateoplis)
“Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? That’s when you know you found someone really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.”—Pulp Fiction
I honestly have no idea what I’m getting myself into. First off, senior year sucks balls; read all my friends’ tumblrs, they’ll back me up on that one. It’s not anything of what I expected, and I usually don’t get excited for anything because of my inevitable disappointment, but damn.. I didn’t think it’d be this bad. I need to bring up my grades..
Other than that though, it boggles my mind that it’s our last year here; the last time we’ll have schedules with people that we’ve seen since our juice box and recess days. I’m going to miss it no doubt, but seriously, senior year, can you stop sucking so much ass?
Time to not settle for anything less. Secondary is not how I roll.
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don’t get shine, shine And, I be on by the fence as soon as anybody stepping out of line, line And I got way too much love, for the city I can never get too much of And if anybody hatin on me, I deport ‘em, the city is mine boy
Yo, the city is mine (which one?) T-O-R-O-N-T-O D-R-A-K-E that’s me You know how the story goes