Ever since I found out I will be living in New York for the next 4 years, I have responded to many things by saying “NEXT YEAR I’M GONNA GET MYSELF OUT OF THIS SHANTYTOWN!”
Lunch Lady: We’re out of the broccoli pizza.
Me: UGH! NEXT YEAR I’M GONNA GET MYSELF OUT OF THIS SHANTYTOWN!”
-Woman Cuts in Line in Front of Me at Target-
ME: I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT! NEXT YEAR I’M GONNA GET MYSELF OUT OF THIS SHANTYTOWN!
Also, it should be known that I live in a relatively affluent suburban town 20 minutes from Philadelphia.
I suggested on my class Facebook group (we are the class of 2012…~THE END OF THE WORLD) that we make our graduation sweatshirts read “GET RICH OR DIE MAYAN” (HILARIOUS RIGHT?). Then someone commented that they did not want an “obnoxiously designed” sweatshirt and then like 10 people liked that comment!
High school is so dumb. I’M A CELEBRITY, GET ME OUT OF HERE
i dont think i’ll ever be properly happy until a boy has bought me an m&ms pizza and gave me a foot poppin kiss
THIS IS HOW I FEEL EVERYDAY
Prom is kind of freaking me out. People are turning into commodities. “DO YOU HAVE A DATE FOR PROM? WHO ARE YOU GOING WITH? DO YOU KNOW WHO DOESN’T HAVE A DATE?”
I don’t know what the Hunger Games are about, but I imagine it is like this except everyone is probably hotter and more violent.