Just had a power surge. I can get these papers done in six hours. I got this shit. Did I mention that I have three finals tomorrow and I’m performing for two of them and sleep is quite necessary for performance?
Not one single fuck is being given.
Because I’m power surging and I feel fabulous, daaahling!
“October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.”—Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling (via mugglenet)
“I don’t just want your heart. I want your flesh, your skin and blood and bones, your voice, your thoughts, your pulse and most of all your fingerprints, everywhere.”—Isobel Thrilling (via morningfaerie)
Barrelled past my roommate this morning to get sick in our shared bathroom. I’m having a CVS attack and she’s muttered about me being an inconvenience.
You know that marijuana is a trigger for me. I have asked you repeatedly to keep it out of the house.
I’m vomiting violently in our only bathroom and you’re upset because you can’t draw your eyebrows on?
I’m moving into my new place this Sunday and I’m travelling home to see my fiance and my dog. Thank God. And I’m seeing a therapist that will take my health insurance.
Now if I can just stop vomiting and make it to at least a part of my 9 o’clock voice class.