I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

Tomorrow, I take my last final in the morning, and then I’m done with my first year of college. My goal for this summer is to finish the novel I’m working on. I feel like I have a good start and a good idea of where I want the story to go. There’s a quote that I see on this site a lot, and I can’t remember who said it or what the exact wording is, but it’s something like, “I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it.” This isn’t my first novel, but it is the kind of thing I’d pick up in Barnes and Noble and be psyched to read. And while it’s not great and it’s not even half way finished, I do feel like I have something worthwhile going, and I want to see that project completed this summer. 

Yeah nevermind my boss’ husband came to hang out down here and I spent the last two hours arguing with him about feminism. So ready to go home right now.

The owners of the store I work at recently opened a new store, and it hasn’t really started getting a lot of customers yet, so I haven’t sold anything and I’ve had maybe ten customers total. I’m here until five or six and I’m literally just sitting here on tumblr. This is going to be a long day, but I’m pretty much getting paid to look at tumblr. So that’s a dream realized in a lot of ways.

the only aisle i’ll be walking down is the alcohol section of my local grocery store

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14th2:

aiclan:

afrogay:

if i die my funerals gonna be the biggest fucken party and you’re all invited 

if

great, the only party ive ever been invited to and he might not even die

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I’m at that awkward point at the end of the semester where everything is pretty much over, we’ve learned all we were going to learn, and yet I still have a shitton of work to do for no apparent reason.