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Can we have a quidditch house party where everyone…
YES. yes. i like this plan
OMG What happened?
It was extremely windy during practice last night, and sometime during practice a particle got lodged underneath my contact lens, aaand voila. irritated eyeball.
I’ve rinsed my eye out several times with wash & saline solution, and the bandage is to just keep it shut. The eye heals itself faster when closed.
Marry me. Either one. I’m not picky
Last year I was Emilia from Othello (Iago’s to-be-murdered wife. that was fun, super easy, and doable from the clothes in my closet)
give me options.
I always said if I was invited to one of Kerri’s famous literary character parties I’d be Miss Havisham from Great…
OOooo… Lisabeth Salander would be FUNNnnnnn!!!! *thinking cap…* *roots through closet…*
IM SO PISSED OFF THAT WE DONT HAVE BALLS ANY MORE
I WANT TO WEAR A HUGE DRESS AND BE COURTED AND DANCE AROUND AND HAVE MY GOWN SWEEP THE FLOOR AND BE ALL ELEGANT AND GRACEFUL WITH GLOVES AND SHIT
BUT NO WE HAVE DUMB HOUSE PARTIES WITH CHEAP BEER AND RED CUPS AND HORNY TEENAGE BOYS WHO PUT THEIR HANDS UP MY SHIRT
i want a ball gown AND red cups
I mean, I was always the invisible girl at house parties, so I never had issues with hands up my shirt, but I STILL WANT A BALL GOWN.
can I proclaim my love for Miles Teller now or…
Can you pull off Daisy Buchanan?
I don’t have anything 1920s enough, and my hair is MUCH too long for Daisy :/
gentleness-evident replied to your post “okay I held off posting this last night because I was angry and…”i hope he steps on lego.
wait do you even know who he is? either way, I appreciate the sentiment.
throw him in a lego pit that’s also filled with 2 year olds on pixie sticks
Today was going to be my day off…
7am: phone rings, my boss is sick and needs me to come in and cover her for a few hours.
8am: I’m at work, feet jammed into my Sperrys, threw on my jean shorts from yesterday, & my Harry & the Potters shirt from my floor. no makeup. hair still in the braided bun from practice last night, jammed in a Monster’s University cap. about… 4 hours of sleep under my belt (It was my day off…of course I stayed up late)
aaand what happens…
It ended up being the busiest Friday ever, so instead of staying there for an hour or two, I was there til around 12:30 (yay money, but ouch…)
of course, a cute guy comes in to the shop. He’s been in a couple of times before. blue eyes, brown goatee, dirty blonde/brown shoulder length hair always pulled into a bun. (hellooooooo)
goddammit. and i looked like shit.
I mean, not that there was a chance of anything happening anyway, because I’m. well. me. but still.
OH. OOHHH. AND MY FUCKIN LEFT EYE IS SO BLOODSHOT, IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE PINK EYE (when I don’t. something in the marina water got under my contact last night and cut my eye, so it’s just a big fat NOPEYEBALL today… ugh