Doodle Shame

This is what I did instead of studying for Poli Sci. So scary.

Sometimes I look around me during class and get really self concious about my doodles. Like Wah, I just draw circles and triangles but that girls is MONET! And then there are the sad people who doodle and then immediately erase the doodles like they're ashamed to have the dregs of creativity stain their chem notes. Creativity is not something to be ashamed of! It's art! It's life! It's awesome! Yas.

WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE THING TO DOODLE? I LIKE TO DRAW NAKED PEOPLE. COMMENT, YA GOONS!

Thanks, Google

My little sister is a morbid little weirdo. She has been searching for coffins online recently, mostly because she's into stuff like that, but also a little bit because she has been writing a paper about momento mori. 

Well, thanks to Google's handy-dandy services, I am now barraged by ads for coffins when all I want to do is read Spark Notes. See exhibit A above, which I have highlighted for your ease of comprehension

(Thanks, MS Paint. I'm your #2 fan.)

#BetterRomanceNovelTitles

Eat your heart out, muchachos.

• Hugs and Herpes
• Romeo and That Cute Guy From the Bar on 7th 
• Catch Me If You Can, a Double Amputee Romance
• How I Miraculously Got Laid
• Sunset in Savannah, A Romance for the Elderly
• Autumn Fire, Love in Retirement
• Fifty Shades of Neigh, an Animal Romance
• Breaking Yawn, Romance and Narcolepsy 

Happy hump day!

Being Hip

Yesterday, I spent too long on Facebook stalking... myself. And the conclusion I came to, besides Thank god I had braces, was Wow I'm actually really hip.

Damn I look cool standing on the train platform with my sunglasses and that bag I bought in Paris last winter. 

Who's that girl in the mom jeans and the awesome bob? Oh, that's me. 

Yeah, that's right. I'm wearing a velvet jacket and combat boots.

I have actual friends who actually live in France. Oui, oui.

Oh hello, casual rock star friend. 

Let me snap a picture of you with my pearly purple Polaroid. (Can I get some snaps for that alliteration?)

That casual turban.

Now I feel a little bit gross. Like a really big narcissist. And also hello, hi internet! I spend time stalking myself on Facebook and don't you judge me for it. I know y'all do it too.