I guess I really don’t understand the point of Instagram. I don’t see a point in selfies and taking pictures of random things. There is no need to document your life in that way. I believe that pictures are suppose to be taken in moments that need to be remembered and shouldn’t be planned. There is no reason for me to take a picture of my food or take pictures of myself when I have nothing else to do. I don’t need other people’s opinions on my looks each day. Pictures are best when they are completely unplanned and have true emotions in it. The best pictures I have ever taken are of my friends when they are not paying attention and when they look truly excited or happy in the moment.
I love food. Is that weird? I will absolutely pig out on ice cream and candy and I don’t care what any one says. I love a good steak and a baked potato. I have seen so many girls at my school who are way too skinny. I am sad because they could be so pretty if they had some weight on their bones and it hurts me they don’t see it. Am I a different person considering I like how I look? I am still just happy I love food.
Class is going. Feel like I should meet people, considering I am surrounded by strangers. Probably not going to happen because I don’t like people all to much.
I was thinking about it today that I know a lot of people at UAB but not in person. I don’t ever want to meet you people and I don’t mean that in a bad way but you all are just internet friends and knowing you in real life would change how I see your posts. Sorry guys.
I am at the point where I need school. I need something that is regular and very much planned out. I like planned out systems and whatnot.
My blog is two.
Sleep in my eyes
You are on my mind
Trying to let you go
Can’t sleep without you here
Please come back
Please cuddle up with me
Sleep, take over
Sleep, wrap your arms around me
Sleep, allow me to run away
Hide inside my dreams
Sleep, be my safe haven
Don’t haunt my dreams
Don’t let me forget you
Don’t let me cry myself asleep
Don’t let me cry over you
Don’t let me be lonely
Don’t hold on to me
Don’t forget me
Don’t let me remember
I gained a bunch of followers one day and didn’t have good enough internet to post hello so….
How did you find my tiny blog?
If it was my writing I would love to know because I assume it is crap,
There is a time when the comfort comes in a sound
The fan humming and the keys clicking
There is a time when the silence drives the mind wild
The absence of what creates life to the mind
Anonymous asked: alsoooooooo do the beds rise in rast like they do in blazer? i'm just wondering if i need to buy bed risers or not.
The laundry room is on the first floor and the beds don’t raise. I really don’t care if you know what I look like. I know there are pictures of my on my tumblr.
Anonymous asked: 6th floor!
I will be on the fifth so there might be elevator rides.
Anonymous asked: we'll probably share an awkward elevator ride or two
It wouldn’t be an elevator ride without it being awkward. Want to share what floor you will be living on?
Anonymous asked: yeah im living in rast next year too. blount a little too expensive for me. i hope i like rast.
This will be my second year living there. I don’t mind it and Blount seems too strict for me. I will probably see you around but never know who you are.
Anonymous asked: what dorm do you live in at uab?
Rast. Do you live in a dorm there?
Well move in day is about a month away. I am happy to be heading back to UAB. It is time to get back to it.