Skipped out on the rooftop party and club, and now Josh and I are drinking margaritas and watching SNL.
5.5 mile run to/around Prospect Park, amazing brunch in Dumbo, Smorgasboard, taking visitors to various flea markets in Williamsburg, margaritas, home. I’m not sure if it’s the amazing weather or the fact that I am done, but Brooklyn, you have my heart.
Turns out there’s plenty to do when I have a life, but I decided to go to the park with my roomates instead, then do happy hour on a patio. Follow up with some giant margaritas and tacos, go to Williamsburg, and end up dancing with some of my best friends from study abroad because why not? So yesterday was perfect and the weather was amazing, and I wish I could take that Saturday, fold it up, and idk put it in my pocket so that when my life is a disaster (see: today or tomorrow probably) I can be like “oh but I had that one Saturday in which New York was my playground and it was pretty fucking rad.”
Good problems: Modupe lent me Game of Thrones yesterday, I’m about 361 pages in, and my productivity/life is ruined.
Last night I went to Drop Off with some college friends (oh wait! I’m still in college) and it was so nice! I mean we even talked about Girls for an hour and it was okay! I love them so much and didn’t realize how much I’ve missed them until last night and idk if I can just continue to have nights like that I’m going to be a happy, happy girl.
Library tales: Modupe and I are in the quiet floor and have been intermittently checking out the facebook statuses of this guy who lived in our hall freshman year and has recently discovered weed, and he just posted something about the Wire being amazing and Baltimore being beautiful and I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been working a lot today or what but Modupe just saw me kneel over and almost fall out of my chair in silent laughter.
Josh and I just made an event pleading people to come over and drink all of our leftover Natty Light.
After my post yesterday about being an adult I went out to girls night on a Wednesday, where we talked to guys from the soft core porn industry (I literally was like “what does that even mean/what is the point??!”) and then we were photographed while eating fries and chicken fingers.
Gus predicts how my last first day of classes will go.
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babby’s first thousand note post that isn’t an excerpt from james deen’s ridiculous blog!

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PlayFortunate Friends - Into It. Over It.
This is actually so catchy goddamit.
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Play2013 is going to be one of those years in music I refer back to when I’m old and wrinkled and telling young whippersnappers how shitty their new...
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Anonymous asked: Follow you, not the OP. Whatever. Enjoy rape culture.
stop following me.
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Ugh boys are so confusing