'Tis I, Gaby. 1 score PLUS ONE YEAR in age. I spend half the time raving about things I love and the other half apologizing for talking too much.
Unless otherwise stated, everything here is mine, gifs included. Because I am the master of my fate Internet and captain of my soul Tumblr.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Ok, Facebook ads, I get it, I’m not difficult to figure out.
I dread my Tumblr dash when I get back… MONDAY NIGHT.
I’m Finally Watching Wet Hot American Summer
The universe has led me to this moment.
This is the best movie I’ve ever seen.
I honestly have no idea what this could possibly be advertizing.
I don’t know if CVS has fun colors. I thought Jill had some extra, but she’s not answering her texts. Do you have anything lying around that I could squirt all over the floor and roll around in? And that’s the proper technique, correct?
Also I suppose the river would damage my hair if I tried to dye it. It’s one or the other.
Thanks! I was leaning towards ice cream too, but i honestly already got through a Ben & Jerrys. And half baked isn’t a good story for your grandchildren. Unless it’s a half baked SCHEME.
Finals were terrible and I need to to something that will seem like a good idea at the time but will turn out to be self-destructive after the fact. My options are dying/streaking my hair something crazy, getting a nose piercing, drinking my face off, trying to swim in the East River, and eating 2 pints of ice cream in one go. Thoughts?
My Friend: Maybe you should close Tumblr.
Me: Maybe you should close your LIFE.
My Friend:
Me:
My Friend:
Me:
My Friend:
Me:
My Friend:
Me: That was funny. I'm putting that on Tumblr.
My friend: You should watch Girls. You would really relate to it.
My classmate: I just think you're exactly like the protagonist.
My Professor: No, this show is actually for you. Watch it.
My mother: I tried watching a couple minutes, but got depressed because it was too much like your life.
For finals, it’s a one-girl version ofWomen on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown. Starring me.
I’m going through the five stages of grief with finals, over and over.
Though I confess I don’t remember “blind panic” as being one of the stages.
I dreamt last night that I was in the cast of the Avengers 2.
So was Darren Criss.
I want to teach a kid named Bobby some basic math.
So I can tell him to “Add ‘em up Bobby, add ‘em up.
I just saw Leap of Faith and while Raul was singing his song about how he didn’t know if there was a God, my friend leaned towards me and whispered:
“How do you know so much about it when you’ve never been there?”
