I’ve never set my blog posts on queue before. I don’t see how personal blogs benefit but I think I’m going to try it anyways. Maybe if I blog in response to events/people with the raw initial reaction and just delay the posting, it’ll prompt more reflection and help me make better decisions later on? I don’t know…I think I’m really just trying to find where this queue shit would be useful. It’s very possible it might just not be… (Tuesday, July 19th, 2011). While this is being posted, I am taking my final for my summer class! EDIT (Wednesday, July 20th, 2011): Bry-bry just took me home to study for the final. YEEEEA BUDDY!

First Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt, then Robin Scherbatsky and Barney Stinson, and now Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony?! If these power couples can’t make it to forever, I have little very faith in myself and whoever dares to put up with me! Howz about an eternal boyfriend instead of a husband?

It’s really rather sickening how you make me feel this way. It’s almost like a second break up! Yous a douche, yes, and I’ve always kind of known, but I miss you! Aside from the mean things you say, I like our friendship (Or whatever it is)! I especially liked the way we’d randomly text each other random stuff and it turns into conversation. Now when I want to do that, I just don’t. I don’t do that with too many other people and my pride tells me I shouldn’t talk to you for awhile. You just HAVE to be such a dick!

Katy Perry - Thinking of You. It’s an unfortunate fact. I miss you too but dat okay. It’s been a good year or so, I should be used to this. I pray to God that one day I can look back at our past and just laugh about how foolish we were. Once I can do that, I think I’d be one very happy girl.

False, no highlights. I still need to cross donating my hair off my list.

If I could go back in time and just relive that time, I’d go back to freshman year in high school. I don’t consider high school the best time of my life because college kicks high school’s dramatic, clique-y, and complicated ass; but I would love to relive “hello’s” and thinking about how awesome it would be when my braces came off. So simple

My parents aren’t very fun drunks. I’d rather meet weird people that I’ll never see again an entire night than get slizzard with the parentals.