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I don’t understand love. I “love” to sleep. I “love” to eat. I “love” many celebrities. But the only times I’ve felt that kind of “love” I got over them [most of them anyway]. Toning down “love” into “like” isn’t too much of a difference. So hypothetically I “like” a person. For some reason I don’t feel any amount of “love.” I feel like it’s an obligation to “like” that person enough to “love” said person. Sure that person is nice and quirky and charming. Any girl would feel a bit embarrassed. The sad thing is I’m debating whether I even “like” this person to begin with. It’s healthy to get my mind off of other persons that I will never be with though. Sigh.

/rantthatdoesn’tmakesense

italktoofastforyou:

I think he saw me sleeping in class last Friday for like 20 minutes so today when he announced the seating chart, I SIT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. ): I thought he was nice and super lenient. Or my assumption is not right and I sit there on accident. This sucks. I cannot sleep in Econ anymore.

I sat in the front row of class for the first two days and slept on both. He assigned my seat to the back haha.

(via tunadeluna)

Two pots of gold await you once the clouds clear.

I HEARD YOU LIKE SHELDON’S SHIRTS.

SO I FOUND THE SHIRTS IN A WEBSITE SO YOU CAN BUY SHIRTS FROM THE WEBSITE BECAUSE YOU LIKE SHIRTS AND WEBSITES.

http://www.sheldonshirts.com/

I bought the Friendship Algorithm one :B.

And this the addition of this that would make it 999 times.

My 1000th blog will probably be about the concert tonight.

Or more pics of ZQ and/or CP.