Everyone loves a hug

Kate said that to me after I hugged some girl from behind thinking that it was Kate.....and not realizing that it wasn't Kate for a good 10 seconds after everyone else I knew did. Eff my life.

My best friend tucks me in when I sleep over at her house.

People who want me to edit their videos promptly should text me and not my boyfriend demanding that I do it. Believe me, on top of commanding me to do something, making Jon Oliver tell me to do something will give me about 2% of the incentive I had to do it before. He is not the boss of me.

I love the delicious aftertaste of chauvinism shows leave in my mouth.

My parents have replaced me with some Tom Cruise look-a-like named Matt.

I now call hot boys whose names I don't know 'Tasty Cakes McGee'....but not to their face.....usually.

I met a kid they call "G." When I asked him his real name he said it was Gerrek. Garrik? Garrek? Whatever. I asked him if his mom named him that because she couldn't decide b/w Derek and Garrett. He said he didn't know. If he wasn't like, 13, I would've been too scared to harass him about his name....I only pick on people my own size.

I created a new style: Roadtrip Chic. It consists of wearing the college themed boxers of your choice with a tank top, whatever shoes you find on your passenger seat, and a v-neck you find lying on the floor of your car. Accessories: big sunglasses to cover your lack o' makeup and a hat to cover up your nappy hair.

I had a dream last night that Notre Dame decided that next semester everyone has to be transformed into a Zombie. And in the dream I seriously weighed the pros and cons, since in this dream the Zombies were like normal humans, just without souls (or I guess they were like vampires w/o fangs....w/e they called them 'zombies'). I asked if I could be changed back after graduation, they said no. The last thing I said before waking up was "Screw it, I'm just going to go to USF."

Since I never drive anymore, I hate changing lanes. I've honestly gotten to the point where I've just stopped worrying about hitting people, look in my mirror and think "If someone's in my blind spot, it sucks to be them." Then I grip the wheel and change lanes.

I've noticed one significant difference between Brooksville and Belleair: In Brooksville you get service 6.9% of the time, in Bellair you get it 96% of the time

Drawbridges are the bane of my existence. Eff my mom for living on an island.

The song "Superbitch" reminds me of Catherine like no other.