Skinny, not fat men NRR is talking to you! Get on that, fellas!!!

Woot! Yay for the Quirky Biscuit! What does one call an Australian Biscuit?

No, I am better than that. I'll just vent on the internet.

It is just exhausting, everyday if there is anything nicer that "Ariel is in class" there is a fucking line in it. I used to think it was the work of my obnoxious friend, but now I think it is my neighbor who alternates between giving me dirty looks and talking to me like I am five. She is a so mean to her roommate…

So I drew a self-portrait on my whiteboard that tells people on the floor where I am at any given time and some bitch (and I hate to use that word, but I am so mad) made an "X" through my face, ruining about forty minutes of hard work. I'm just going to forget trying to be creative and friendly, because people clearly…

Look at you getting a sentimental.

My stupid little college town in southwest Missouri is no Chicago, not even a Saint Louis. The only place that Community exist beyond "that show that got cancelled, right?" or *blank stare* is Spectrum, the LGBTQ* club, and my dorm room. I regularly frequent both.

That means I can't secretly adopt one, doesn't it?

I was fucking around. I was trying designs out a few months ago. 

I totally forgot I designed that!

Back at school, bitches! Let the drinking and pre-martial sex commence!!!!

I start school Monday. I didn't get any art classes but I got Intro to film which is cool. I didn't end up going to Cali but it is okay because spongy is coming to Saint Louis this Friday. Woot!

I was going to go watch a movie and eat, you know like a date, I was going to jump on a bed in a hotel, and meet spongy's mom, spongy's penis is not my only plan and if my mom had her way not my plan at all.

I lost my phone and broke my glasses! My life is so silly. Hopefully I will find my phone and my glasses are repairable. If not, I will have a few more expenses coming up.

Nothing. Ask this question again around New Years. We do New Years presents at my house because we are poor.

Hi! I like you. A lot.

When my dad was substitute teacher he said that second grade was the best grade to teach, because they were more self-directed than the K-1 kids, but they hadn't become clique-y yet.

Happy Birthday, Queen of Quirk, Princess of Something. May your day be glorious.

It was BEAUTIFUL!

The Waterman Butterfly would make the best tramp stamp ever.