guy I was pissed off at because of english class today just came up to me in the dining hall and asked me what I meant by “queering of literature” and that kind of thing
very courteous, etc, I was so proud of the human race
and then he was like “I still think it’s reading too much into things” and then we got into the authorial intent debate (ugh)
AND THEN HE ASKED IF I WAS MAJORING IN WOMEN AND GENDER STUDIES
NO BUDDY
THIS IS NOT MY MAJOR THIS IS MY LIFE
oops I forgot to go to sleep
but seriously guys if you love me or even like me or even like are indifferent towards me, you should read my twilight fanfiction because for some reason i’m like really proud of it so far and i want to know what people think and i want critiques and yeah
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8221386/1/The_Dance_of_the_Weary
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so last summer my brother was trying to get me to get a foursquare
and I was like “ben, seriously? My check-ins will be, like, ‘dorm’ ‘peirce’ ‘theatre’ ‘middle ground’ ‘class’ ‘bookstore’”
little did I know back then that my real check-ins for the year would more likely be ‘peirce’ ‘peirce’ ‘peirce’ ‘peirce’ ‘peirce’
Hey!
Steve to the rescue! ;)
Turn around, bright eyes. Every now and then I fall apart~
