I had a dream last night that I tried to kiss a guy and he facepalmed me instead. Even in my dreams I don’t get the guy. #Dreams #whatthefuck
The Breakfast Club (1985) dir. John Hughes
Saturday, March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062.
Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us — in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.
I sincerely believe that by 7th year Ravenclaws would just tell the door to their common room to fuck off and it would open for them
Today has sucked. I don’t get paid enough to live.
Mistake #1: I agreed to work an extra shift today so my coworker had coverage.
Mistake #2: I agreed to call an IT department for help with our money order machine.
Mistake #3: I spent 50 minutes on my hands and knees trying to juggle the phone and previously mentioned money order machine. I dropped it quite a bit and then we found out one of the cables isn’t connecting so we couldn’t fix it.
Mistake #4: As nice as the IT guy was, he wouldn’t shut up and I all but had to hang up on him to clock out before I missed my fifth hour of work without a lunch. (which I can get fired for) I still ended up clocking out on my fifth hour which should keep me from getting in trouble.
Mistake #5: I set my work bag down too hard and apparently broke the screen of my tablet.
I. Am. Done. With. Today.
I want you to imagine a ten year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl who first believed that she was fat, and ugly, and an embarrassment.
i can’t wait until i can afford my taste in clothes
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