When people ask how you’re doing at the end of the semester
Two weeks left of this semester and I still don’t know my schedule completely
check out this periodic table
I have made a lot of bad jokes but this is still probably my greatest hit
"Pick your battles, Joe. Ain’t worth it. Let em do what they’re gonna do. Evidently they’re not going to agree with you, so let it go. You did your part in bringing them together, now let them do it. You just worry about your play and graduation itself. It’ll be alright."
I like my mom, though.
Don’t be surprised if I drop dead the week after graduation.
*gets changed right in front of the window because i love to give back to the community*
I feel naked and less attractive without them
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