Kind of late, but I finally found my grad image!! :’) Oh, how time flies….
Posts tagged personal.
From pulling all nighters, fighting the uncontrollable yawning, making endless cups of coffee, obtaining hand cramps from the many tedious assignments, putting off meals to study, and trying incredibly hard to not look like crap the next day, I’m finally able to say that we did it.
One chapter closes, another one opens. I’m close to feeling inde-fucking-structible at this point.
11.
Because this basically sums up our relationship… Hahaha, just kidding. Maybe a little bit.. But anyway, hi tumblr. If you are not in the mood for sappy, appreciation posts, keep scrolling.
Tis be my boyfriend. He’s a funny thing. And irritating. And incredibly chivalrous. He’s my bestfriend. It’s been 11 whole months, and I’d have to say, I’m one blessed girl, and I can’t believe we’re almost reaching home plate. If you have someone in your life that tries to do anything and everything to keep you happy, then you know you have a good thing going. With him, I don’t need to rely on words for reassurance. When we got together, only then did I realize what “Actions speak louder than words” really meant. Though I hate admitting it, I take most of the things he does for me for granted, and truth be told, I don’t appreciate what he does for me from time to time. I can’t thank him enough for how much he’s done for me. I’m actually really happy that I found someone who wants to be with me just as much as I want to be with him. It’s a fun thing we have going on. I could definitely say more, but to sum it up.. I mean, I’m happy. He makes me happy, and I love him.
Feel so close: Senior Prom Prep, 4/28
Hopefully today will be the least stressful day. But since it’s prom, I definitely wouldn’t count on it. And hopefully the sleepiness that is taking me over won’t last all day. Sleeping at 3 am, and waking up constantly do not mix well. If only I had the power to sleep whenever I please. Why won’t my mind let me fall asleep. Why why whyyyyy. Good thing I don’t look like a raccoon. I would die if my eye bags looked dark as fuck, and if my eyes looked all red and poofy. I have no idea why I’m talking about this on here, but I need to go pick up corsages, and go to Oakland. Baiz.
