I'm a 22 year old New Jersey native and future Student Affairs grad. I blog my stream of consciousness, social justice, photography, indie/alt jams, and a dash of Britney Spears.
Anyway, it’s been lovely. Life is so much better without tumblr. And I have no idea who I’m following because everyone changed their names.
See you down South, y’all.
Finally, let’s talk about pumping gas.
I did it once. Barely.
It’s not rocket science. Everyone else in the country pumps gas except New Jersey. I, however, being a lifelong NJ native, have never done this completely on my own.
I feel like once I do it, my car is just gonna implode. Because science.
This is what I’m most worried about tbh.
Okay. For starters:
I’m really fucking sad that I won’t see my dog until December. That’s 5 months FIVE MONTHS GOD.
Also, I’m like a little nervous to drive 11 hours in one day. I think if I were driving alone in the car it would be somewhat easier, but if I were by myself, I wouldn’t be able to bring literally half my shit. Maybe I’m wrong.
I’m back. Shortly. Mainly because I have multiple things to say about my trip down south tomorrow and Twitter is boring.
Moving to South Carolina means no Wawa for a long period of time. So I bought this shirt to not only remind me of home, but also to educate the Southern masses of the gloriousness and deliciousness that is the Wawa lifestyle.
Hands down the best decorated card/envelop I’ve ever received. You encompassed all the good stuff and a few of my favorite people. @junkibrownbutt thank you for being the best invisible roomie ever. #silvers291
Pro-tip: the more you pressure someone to change their lifestyle and do things, the less likely it is that they’re gonna do them.
I just don’t wanna be in this place anymore. My creativity, desire to be active and do things and basically my life is totally stifled and it’s affecting how I feel about everything. Which is basically just sad.
I always have too much to say and not enough time to say it.