home of the enslaved and cowardly

I was about to post something that I am certain I would regret, but then my fingers decided to rebel against the  mess of concern, worries, and general vomit that my brain was emitting. So, all is fine. I am still alive ( but I'm barely breathing sorry, I promise you that that was not my fault. Blame Mr. Bumming-webs). Hopefully though, I can focus on something besides cannibalism for the next 24 hours (just for my midterms). Until then, pray that I can hold it together and not spontaneously combust as I fret over human emotions and my inability to process my own. Attractive. I know. In the mean time, some eye candy for you?

College. Just the word stirs the hearts of teenagers. Attending college for only a little over a week, I can honestly say that it might very well be similar to how you may or may not imagined it. Highly specific. I know. The truth is, I really can't say. And not in the IknowalreadybutIdon'twantyoutoknow  way. I simply have had very few run-ins with the extremely socially-centered groups. A lot of my friends in college are people from my high school (this sounds extremely provincial, but my friends are a group of intellectual/nerdy folk). The few nice people I have met for the first time...well, the one or two people that have introduced themselves to me, we'll see how they all turn out. That sounded shady. We'll see how our relationships turn out? We'll see if they don't shoot me in the face the next time they see me. As a means of getting back into dance (not to brag, but I like to brag that I have 12 years of dancing experience. I am a diva), I tried the...