January 2012
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DEAR WEATHER,
IT IS JANUARY.
LOVE,
SHANNON.
justanotherartkid replied to your photo: Without fail, every time we go to Shafer… (Taken…
I feel like one day i’m going to compile all these images into some crazy art piece about collecting marshmallow data
I’d love to be a part of that.
Also, Erin wants to learn the ways of the Lucky Charms graphing. You are the master. SHAFERONSATURDAYTOO? lulz.
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Does it really count as a crush though if you’re just like “I WANT TO MARRY YOU” when you see him every 4 weeks?
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I want to stop feeling bitter about high school. I’m in college now. It was a year ago.
But one year isn’t that long. Everything is still fresh. I just cleaned the damn wound, now it’s trying to heal. And it doesn’t help when reminders of that hurt is shoved back in my face.
I get to see “omg my high school memories are this person, this person and that...
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attention shannon
i was pulling the straw out of my orange juice and accidentally sprayed myself right in the eyeball with orange juice and instead of cursing i just went “oh, CRAYP” in a very shannon-esque intonation
sometimes I think I should record myself saying “OH, CRAYUP” for TPT kids to play on repeat when necessary.
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jarate:
tumblr savior is a lot like the episode of arrested development where michael finds the bag in the fridge that says “dead dove do not eat!!!!!” and he opens up the bag and sees the dead dove and says “i dont know what i was expecting”
(note that “eat” is underlined. not “do” or “not” or “dead dove”.)
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One of the weirdest parts of not living with your parents is being able to say, “yeah totally come stay with me!” and your parents (not that they would care to begin with) have no say… or even know.
“Just explained what a reach around is to Dad.”
– Mike, who is finally getting a taste of what it’s like to be the only child with their sibling away at school and having a father who insists on knowing everything since he grew up in the mountains of Utah
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I really wish I could be more enthused and eager for my life.
I’m not unhappy by any means but I haven’t felt any extremes for a while. Maybe that’s a good thing—a well deserved break. The last eight years have been nothing but extremes. And I don’t know what to do with myself.
Exactly three years ago, I was finally starting to learn what it felt like to be a...
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WAITING FOR TONIGHT
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LOL remember the object of my desire, dubbed “Love of My Life #1” back in Spring 2009?
he still exists.
zomg!
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ohgod why can’t I change the date/time for any of my posts?
Anonymous asked: How many followers do you have? :)
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sharkinthedungeon:
shannern:
sharkinthedungeon:
listening to tubthumping and thinking of julia nunes and jake and amir, and then, transitively, shannon
Diana.
I miss you.
shannooooooooon
sharkinthedungeon:
listening to tubthumping and thinking of julia nunes and jake and amir, and then, transitively, shannon
Diana.
I miss you.
The best way to procrastinate doing work is by organizing the work to be done.
It alleviates some of the guilt after you realize you just wasted x many hours.
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I can’t stop thinking about Trader Joe’s.
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HOW the hell did I manage to lose my COLOR BY NUMBERS kit from the time I was in Sarah’s car to the time I got to my dorm? My room is so close to the entrance. I totally retraced my steps, Sarah re-checked her car.
GONE.
SO SAD.
Now I have to ~read~ if I want to pretend that I have a hobby that isn’t the interwebs.
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I made it big on the internets, guys. →
(a minion from TPT alerted me of my anonymous infamy. I had nothing to do with it.)
(it was tagged with “witty reply” of course I have to talk about it.)
(I <3 Nixon jokes.)
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So I spent about 3 hours at IHOP Express with people. Saw a club get emptied out and swarmed by cop cars and hordes of people running around and jumping in the street and then people screaming and then “omg!” and someone throw a punch and I kept stealing Sarah’s french fries. And later, mozzarella sticks. And played with CatPaint.
I like nights like these.
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“That’s what he said on our second date.” “Was that the date where he bought you a knife?”
Walking to class can be thoroughly entertaining with fellow coeds living lives like these.
I can only hope to one day find a boy who would be enchanted enough by me to feel compelled to purchase me a knife. On the second date, no less.
MY DOGS ARE OFFICIALLY FAMOUS
Someone on Facebook who is not friends with me or any of my family liked their page.
NOICE.
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Today I had to introduce myself in my “Writing and Rhetoric” class. I got all jittery and had the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach—the same kind you get when you creep up the incline of a rollercoaster.
Sometimes I wonder where the myth that I’m some sort of social butterfly generated from—an idea my family can’t seem to shake. I’m a nervous wreck...
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It’s really cliché to dislike the stereotype of a sorority girl.
Which is why I dislike them as individuals.
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This should be the new RickRoll. →
chucknobletjunior:
Ron Swanson drunk dancing on repeat.
except this isn’t annoying, it’s just awesome.
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“No compliment is ever sufficient and every insult, of course, is true.”
– Jesse Eisenberg (via sordinos)
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I don’t want to go back to school.
I’m reverting to being a 12 year old girl.
I want my mom.
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