kind of tempted to move back to el paso and go back to my old high school where i started freshmen year and do marching band there. i miss the hispanic cultural, food, people,bipolar weather with it’s hail/sand storms, dryness. But never the heat. oh my god.
but there really is nothing to do there except go to a bunch of rave parties..
i was peeing and my cat somehow opened the door and started meowing it was a weird experience
im so addicted to tumblr that if someone was pointing a gun at my head i would probably sit and blog about it
i was always scared of teenagers when i was little because i felt like they always glared at me and looked tired and angry and now i understand
"i’m gonna study now" is my most used lie ever