I really hate to

blow up your spot ladies, but please hold in your farts until I get leave the bathroom. It's awkward enough having to listen to you pee while I wash my hands but then you want to let out some gas on top of that? Not cool.


I mean, whatever, it was a mistake but please try with all your might to hold it in. I mean Iwill greatly appreciate it.

And on top of that today I got to witness a lady use the bathroom with the door opened while she continued to tell me how dirty the bathrooms in my school were.

When you do that to me and all the other girls in the bathroom you makes us really want to burst out with the most obnoxious, mean laugh..and I don't want to do that because I'm not mean. So please, next time..hold tight.

I say this because I care.

Sasha

So many shows..

soo little time. Which is weird because I use to say so many shows so little money, money is still occasionally the issue, but now time is THE issue. Who is coming with me to this? THURSTON will be there<3

This guy...

I'm crushing hard..

Oh, and clearly I did not take any of these pictures. I did some basic Google-ing, so fuck off.

Cute or creepy?

Above is my super-fan girl Nirvana tattoo. I decided to share it once again because of Kurt's birthday.

*Update* It no longer looks that perfect or sweet because I didn't care for it like I should have. Womp.

In other news, that relates to the tatt-blogging above, I have about 8 tattoo ideas. I guess it's time to get rich or die tryin'

All I want..

is to be is a Band-Aid...

...or Justin Bieber.

Where do I fit in?

I don't.

Well, at least not here on Blogger. I don't care about fashion as mush as the rest of you and I suck at HTML. My grammar is horrible (I partially blame my slipping hands while typing on an iPad for that) and I'm not clever nor funny. I don't own an awesome camera and post pictures of my awesome life, but I totally would if I wasn't so busy/lazy, and I get bored way to easily. I'd say the problem is me.


So maybe the only true thing(s) I have in common with you, my fellow bloggers, is that A)Although we say we don't care if people read our thoughts or not, I think we care, but only a little. And B)...Er I swear I had a awesome "B" but I lost my train of thought.

So that being said, I'll get back to you.

Sincerely,
Love,
Later,


Sasha.

Deep thoughts?

...on the Internet?? No way. Not my style.

Surprisingly..

enough one way to ruin my day is to post my grade up on Blackboard. I thought I knew what was going on in my Marketing class but apparently not since I got a 40 on my quiz. Womp. Since when did I start giving a fuck about school.

My whole "thing" was to have fun, go to school and do "great things" (Wow, I'm quoting Jeresy Shore)but clearly I'm doing the opposite. I've always been the type that rarely studies and yet still does fairly well in class, the girl who could care less about school because having a great time is more important and now shit has changed. This is whole 40 is really bringing me down. I'm super bummbed about it.

                                                                                                                                                                                    

Wishing I could just say "not my problem" to all of this crap.

WHO THE HELL

HAVE I BECOME?

MUSIC MONDAY!

Alone on Valentine's Day like the rest of us??

..Well, I can't help you. But I CAN come see Gil Scott Heron & Jamie XX with you if you want. Maybe I can get you in for free? I doubt it, but I can try. It'll be a make-up of V-day. Anyone down? Shoot me an email or something...that includes all you creepers out there as well.

...I'm not lonely, just alone.

Currently:

Stripe-less?

So many thoughts on the White Stripes breakup! It's insane out there (and by that I mean fans are really bummed, and assholes are well, assholes). This has to be the best comment. Correct my if I'm wrong. I probably am. I take that back. Don't be a douche. Don't correct me!

Esben & The Witch

Hey guys! I know the snow blows and all of the ice has us all slipping and sliding but cheer up! Head out to the Esben and The Witch listening party. I wish I could be there, unfortunately I have class. Fuck. That really sucks. Anyway, New Yorkers, have fun for me!