I got pretty worked up since the weekend. A lot has been going on and I can’t seem to will myself to write about a particular event, even in my personal journal. I woke up at 4 this morning having panic attacks and flashbacks and I ended up crying. God I am so tired of crying all the time. Everything’s fine. Everything seems fine. I’m just really scared and worried. Maybe it’s the hormones. I hope so.


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Johnny from Team Orange! :D

Johnny from Team Orange! :D



going to meet MVP.Phoenix, Mith.Trust, Orange, Johnny’s Revenge, Rave and Philippine Teams today.


There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.

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I find it cute.

When the person you like texts you good morning or calls you. Leaves you messages. Checks up on you all the time, just to see if you’re alright. Gets worried about you and everything. I actually don’t find that annoying. I know some people do feel suffocated. But I love it when someone does that. Keeps me smiling for days. It just shows, that you are thinking about me. That you care.

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"College as explained to me in high school" vs. "College as experienced firsthand"

In high school they told us: There will be no grades in a class except the midterm and the final, so you have to study hard because failing one test means you fail the class.
Once I was in college a professor said: Hey, you guys are working really hard on your third paper, so I'm just going to cancel the final and give everyone a hundred on it.
In high school they told us: In college, class always begins exactly at the scheduled start time. If your class is at 9 AM and you get there at 9:01, the doors will be locked and you'll be out of luck, especially if it's the day of the midterm or final, because then you get a zero.
Once I was in college a professor said: Does anyone mind if I start class at 3:35 instead of 3:30? These elevators are really slow and I want to have time for a cigarette before I teach for 90 minutes.
In high school they told us: Every class you miss drops you a full letter grade in college courses.
Once I was in college almost every professor said: You can miss three classes without a penalty, and a few more if you have a Doctor's note. Sorry to be a hardass, but you automatically fail if you miss more than ten days of class.
In high school they told us: If you do have papers, your professors just lecture and put the assignments on the syllabus. You're completely responsible for remembering the deadlines, they won't remind you. All your professors will do is lecture and the rest is up to you.
Once I was in college a professor said: Okay, so your next paper is in two weeks! I'll keep reminding you in the interim, but I just want to make sure you have enough time to do it! Let's run through the structure I want to see real quick, and if you have any questions, feel free to email me or come to my office hours!
In high school they told us: You have to use MLA formatting and if you make any mistakes in your citations, it'll be considered plagiarism. You'll be expelled and probably sued.
Once I was in college almost every professor said: Please do not use MLA, it is awful, we use either APA or Chicago here because we are not 14 years old.
In high school they told me: There is no excuse for an absence. NONE.
In college I called a professor and said: I'm really, really, really sorry but it's -18 before windchill and I have to walk two miles to get to class.
The professor said: You stay inside and stay safe. Here's what we're reading today. I'll quiz you next week and if you can get a 90% I'll mark you present. I know you live off-campus, do you have food?
In high school they told me: Your advisor is just for academia, not personal problems.
In college my advisor called me: Are you okay? I haven't seen you in class in two weeks and I know you have depression. I can drop off your work if you'd like. Please call me and tell me how you're doing even if you can't get to class.
In high school they told me: Don't argue. You think this is bad, wait til college.
In college all but one of my professors said: You wanna argue, do it in a civil manner. We didn't get here today without 5000 years of healthy debate.
In Addition:
In high school they told me: You need to exceed all of your peers to get your teacher's attention and MAYBE they'll give you a good reference with a network.
Most of my college teachers: Hey, you're fucking funny, I like you, you say intelligent things sometimes, and some dumb shit but you're here to learn and if you need a recommendation, come to me and I'll help out.
High School: Forced the quiet kids to talk
College: You're quiet... give me a good amount of thought in your papers and tests and your participation points will be counted.
High School: Don't ask questions, just listen and do the readings and you'll be fine!
College: ASK QUESTIONS YOU QUIET CRICKETS!!! Seriously, how in the hell am I supposed to know you understand me? I know you all don't get this shit, it's hard so ask questions!

i was in game. boyfriend logged into hearthstone without knowing it was my account. disconnected lol that game was intense T_T

i was in game. boyfriend logged into hearthstone without knowing it was my account. disconnected lol that game was intense T_T


id probably get scolded for this if he ever finds out i posted this online but my god this guy is just adorable
i love you miguel :p

id probably get scolded for this if he ever finds out i posted this online but my god this guy is just adorable

i love you miguel :p


Boyz
Exercise then binge eat ggwp
Hahaha

Boyz
Exercise then binge eat ggwp
Hahaha


if she mentions it more than once,
it’s bothering her.

genocidercyo:

clockey:

you’re the window to my wall

you’re the sweat that drips down my balls

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