Happy VD Suckas

I like saying VD for valentine's day because it's like saying happy venereal disease.

Chris Traeger reminds me of my MS112 teacher a lot because they both say "LITERALLY" too often. That's pretty much where the similarities end. 

It seems I like to compare people to other people.


So I'm contemplating majors again. I'm thinking I'm going to have to take a few of those "What should you be when you grow up" tests again. I just hate English. It's horrible & I'm an American so I don't have to do anything that I don't want to do.
Dr. G said something that really freaked me out because I thought for a second that he read my blogs. He was talking about careers & how you shouldn't major in something that you hate/are bad at. This example is what freaked me out. He said, "Like I hear some people say, I'm an English major, but I hate writing and reading. & I want to say to them, 'Why are you an English major then?'" So you can see why I was like whoa. But then I decided that I'm not internet famous enough for that.


Every time I watch Phillip DeFranco videos, I fall deeper and deeper in love with him. He has a weird looking face, & I'm shallow so that's why I've never watched his videos before this year, but I decided to take a chance & I'm so glad I did. He has all of the thoughts I've ever wanted to have before I have them. Except he talks about boobs a lot & I don't really feel the same way about them as he does. Everything else though, spot on. -------------> sxephil

I'm no stranger to blogging...

But I am very wary of formal blogging.
I've had some form of a blog type thing since the days of Xanga, so as you've probably guessed, I'm more accustomed to posting sentence fragments AND CAPITILIZATING RANDOM THINGS & making up words (capitilizating?) and run-on sentences!!!!! Also, I am used to excessive amounts of punctuation. Anyway, what I'm getting at is, I am not so excited to learn to formally blog. I have to write blog posts for this Alabama Lit class that I'm in. And I'm pretty sure she wants us to write, like, papers. On a blog.
Speaking of excited, my grandmother has already told me that she wants to read every book that we read in class and she wants me to tell her everything that we've discussed in class so that I can discuss it again with her. So yay.

I'm trying to write an intro about myself that doesn't seem too douchey. IT'S SO HARD.

Rosh, read this guy's post. Seriously?!?! How do I follow that?!

Rudy is my new favorite misfit

Let me tell you about this bet this guy & I made about Misfits. I say that Seth the Power guy will NOT get killed off my the end of the season & this guy says Seth will. So far the bet is in my favor. Not like he cares anyway because HE NEVER TEXTS ME BACK. Doesn't even bother me. Don't even care. >:|

Zac Efron has been popping up in my life a lot lately. In my Misfits. In the movie I went to see. In the trailers.   Not in person though. ): He has gotten to be very VERY good looking.

I have spent all day making a hat for my toddler relative. It's looking pretty shitty so far. I kind of want to quit & give up, but my great aunt has already paid me $20. Twenty whole dollars.

And I still have another one to make. By the 18th.

Only 153 more Toby Turner lazy vlogs to watch. Now 152. Then about 1000 million Tobygames to listen to. Don't care about watching because video games... buh.

Toby loved Heroes too! Ahhh Heroes. I'm so sad.

My grandmother said I was becoming skinnier. I think she was mocking me. 

I cleaned my room here in Gadrock and I can't find anything. Everything's moved.

Don't mean to be a Patty Pissypants, but I will anyway... Why am I an English major?! Again. Seriously I cannot write professionally AT ALL. What am I supposed to do with my life? How do I fake professional writing? Uhh I'm prematurely worrying about next semester. Don't think it's premature to worry about life though. Since I'm living it. Now. Right now. 

IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS

Finally finals

So last week totally sucked. Mostly because I stressed so much and didn't actually study. I should've sucked it up & studied. Now I'm going to have a horrible gpa. I won't be able to get into the English honor society. I'll be a poor bum forever.
Why am I an English major, again?


In happier, less sucky news, I can now get back to my knitting full time!!!!!!!! I found this fucking awesome beer sweater pattern yesterday & I'm going to make them for EVERYONE. I don't care if they don't drink beer. They will start once they see how mo-effing adorable the little bottle sweaters are.