Team Chuck+Blair.

Forever.

You know you love me.
xoxo

Gym rats.

"Hey dude, saw your sick tat on facebook. Where is that thing?"
*shows dude sick tat*
"Ahhhh there she is. There she blows."

In other news... loving this. Where can I get one?

xoxo.

cutest thing on the internet to date.

Guess who's back?!

Aka... guess who finally has homework and doesn't want to do it?! (It's me.)

I'll be the first to admit I have a serious problem.

I can't not buy gold nail polish. I won't stop until I find the perfect shade that only exists in my head.
Today I saw that Sally Hansen one at Target for $2.50. I mean, I couldn't afford not to buy it, right?!

So like, it's the business. Small local business.

Can you tell I've also picked up Instagramming lately? I've never felt more like a professional photographer. I'm a few pictures away from starting a tumblr, so be on the lookout.

And remember when we got a puppy for Christmas? I miss little Tubby. I don't miss his little puddles or big dumps though. When's summer break again?

xoxo.

All I want.

Is this

 and this.

xoxo.

Sorry, me no good at blogging.

Happy Thursday everybody! 

H

LOLzzz I really love whoever created this series on the internet. I wish I had photoshop! 

 Okay yeah, I just love anything Paula Deen related.

And this was too cute not to post!

xoxo.

Health 311.

Alright so I've got this professor who's about 100 years old. He recently told us how he regrets everything he's ever done in life. He said he's severely dyslexic, he always shakes when he's trying to write on the board, and suffers from seasonal depression so bad that he has to move to Florida every winter. Today he pulled each one of us out of class to discuss our grades so far this semester. 
Professor: So it looks here like you're missing 3 points, which puts you in the A range.
Me: Okay, cool.
Professor: Yep you're doing good.
Me: Thanks.
Professor: It says you're majoring in Genetics and Biotechnology?
Me: Oh no, no no. I just haven't gotten around to changing that yet.
Professor: Okay. I have a question... are you going with anyone?
Me: What?
Professor: Are you going with anyone?
Me: What? Am I going with anyone where?
Professor: No... uh...
Me: Oh like going out with someone? No, not really. Why?
Professor: Well I've got a son I'd like to set you up with.
Me: Hahahaha. Wait.... what? Hahahah.......... okay.
Professor: He hates being set up, so I doubt it will ever happen.
Me: Hahaha.... okay?
... and then I awkwardly walked back to my desk. So uncomfortable. There's gotta be something in the sexual abuse section of the syllabus about not trying to set your students up with your son. Should I be flattered? All I feel is creeped out. I mean if he's that old how old is this son?? I wish I had offered to go out with him in exchange for an A. I'm really glad this class only meets once a week now. Hopefully the senile old man will forget he ever asked me that.

xoxo.