February 2009
PS:
My mother got extremely inquisitive about Twitter today. 1) Although I’m okay with my mother on social networks, Twitter is off limits. 2) That’s how you know a website has become mainstream.
January 2009
“I’m not giving up on life, I’m giving up on you. I finally feel like...”
Bawling.
Andrew: Can we just address how Hug A Jew Day is on my birthday?!
Andrew: ALSO: CAN WE ADDRESS HOW I CANNOT HUG MY FAVORITE JEW ON MY BIRTHDAY!?
Laurel: Yes. We can address both. I am currently bawling, wtfxup with that. We can have an honorary h-a-j day when I do see you, i decided.
Andrew: IT IS GOING TO BE SO ROUGH ON H-A-JDAY. I'm just saying. I am so sad right now.
Laurel: We can have a bawling session via cellular device later. I promise.
Andrew: You are the best
“I’m gonna pick myself up and pull myself together - never revel in...”
I am SO serious when I say that public restrooms are the most disgusting places on the face of the planet.
“Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there.”
“If leaving is the right thing to do then I’ll hurt myself to keep from...”
There’s something that I’ve been wanting to post since last night. Something that made my day so great.
However I’m not sure that person’ll appreciate it, yanno?
Have you ever been thoroughly disgusted with yourself after admitting that you’re miserable?
It’s a shit feeling.
This may or may not be the story of my life, just saying.
Such a great version of Just Dance by Jamies...
Isn't it great how they do this stuff without you?
Andrew: Hello?
Adviser: Hi, Andrew. We have you scheduled for an appointment to go over your academic standing tomorrow at 4:30. Just calling to confirm it.
Andrew: Uhm, this is the first time I have ever heard of this meeting.
Adviser: We have sent you an email and a physical letter...
Andrew: I've gotten neither.
Adviser: Okay, well we scheduled it so you won't be missing a class. We just need to go over how you can bring up your GPA to keep you in the university.
I hope the University of Phoenix Stadium burns to the ground, js.
“Truth betold, I miss you. Truth betold, I’m lying.”