inside the mind of a type b (or C)
hi! i’m annie, and i overshare. a lot. so here’s what i’m thinking about instead of doing my homework.
let’s be so for real right now. this semester has sucked. like capital s capital u capital c capital k capital e capital d. in bold. and italics. underlined. and that’s the full truth- every time somebody told me growing up that going to college was harder than anything they’d ever done before i thought…
okay– i want everyone to stop right here, close their eyes for a sec and think of the BEST national holiday; is it Christmas? the fourth? do we wanna get niche and go president’s day? or maybe you’re just weird and it’s Fat Tuesday. whatever your answer is, i actually regret to inform you that…
we’re now officially onto our eighth week of college (i think) and i’ve gotten through one midterm, 7 tournaments, like 5 classes i slept through, two injuries, and one absolutely gut-wrenching, stomach-sickening breakup. what a time! i’m kidding. kinda. the funniest thing about being in your freshman year after breaking up with your long-distance boyfriend…
