The SATs can suck my dick.
burnin’ bridges, baby.
My life will literally be over after the How I Met Your Mother season finale tonight.
Literally.
Tomorrow I plan to fucking destroy the APUSH exam to make up for my failure on the AP Calc AB exam.
Then I will go home and eat everything in my house and watch a shit ton of movies and take a super long nap and have a good long cry because APs are finally over and I survived and I’m still alive. Should be fun.
At this point, I’ve stopped being anxious about the fact that my AP Calc AB exam is tomorrow.
Like, I’ve basically accepted that it will crush all my hopes and dreams and refute everything I’ve ever believed in, and no amount of “studying” will ever get me to fully comprehend derivatives and integrals and limits and trig identities and motherfucking natural log. It’s okay. My mommy’s buying me McDonald’s once it’s all over :)
people who actually label their blogs “hipster” or “vintage” smh
Hittin’ up Harry Plopper World today, text da cell!!1!!!!1~
