August 2010
2 hours before it started:
5 minutes before it started:
Sav dressed as Elvis:
Bianca being a bitchface:
Drew lying to Alli:
Sav singing to Holly J:
Random Owen wanting to pay for Alli’s goodies:
Fucking Fitz getting out the damn knife:
Clare trying to find Eli:
Fitz
stabbingEli:
Realizing he didn’t get stabbed:
Cops finding Holly J and Sav trying to get it on:
Mrs. Torres calling Alli a whore:
“You won’t even reconginize this school when you get back from break.”:
October 15th. 49 FUCKING DAYS:
best thing ever
markwahlberg:jimnuts:-josephgordonlevitt:richardspeightjr:
awkwardzuko:kristiniitheowl:feeltheillinoise-:majorbuzzkill:
- Oh, wait, that’s right.
- No one ever likes me.
- My bad.
- Carry on.
DO NOT
i repeat:
DO NOT ever ride in the back of a convertible when the top is down.
story time:
today i decided to go to the beach with my best friend and her dad (who is also my best friend)
they have a convertible so it seemed fitting to have to top down on such a beautiful day.
they rolled up to my house and i jumped in the back seat.
here’s what i thought would happen:
we got onto the freeway and blasted tunes
my hair was blowing majestically behind me in the wind
just like a super model
i’d wink at the boys who drove by
and then we’d all laugh and go along our merry way.
here’s reality:
we get onto freeway and my hair blows the COMPLETE opposite way than it’s supposed too.
it’s in my eyes it’s in my mouth
i can’t see
and i can’t hear the music at all
AND TO GET MY FRIENDS ATTENTION I HAVE TO SCREAM LIKE THIS!!!
oh and when we pass by a car with a boy inside….
he looks at me and straight LAUGHS IN MY FACE
coool.
45 minutes later.
we finally get off the freeway.
my friend hands me a hairbrush to try and tame the ferocious mess that is my hair.
brushing it feels like thousands of tiny babies on my scalp furiously ripping and pulling every strand of my hair.
that was at 2:45
its 11:40 now and i still can’t get the knots out.
don’t sit in the back of a convertible.
After one point or another, the word “sorry” becomes almost completely irrelevant. When you’ve heard it so many times that you just chew it up and spit it out when you hear it, not even caring to take the authenticity of it into any consideration, you just can’t bare it anymore. The fake excuses…
so i just watched the finale of degrassi.
being a new fan (like as of today i started watching it)
it was really good…
but…
the end made me really really sad.
i know the point was to make it as dramatic as possible
but at the end it made me think…
why does there have to be so much drama in life?
why can’t the show just be all about eli and claire not fighting and being cute together?
is that too much to ask?
obviously it is.
i haven’t seen one show that makes me have hope for humanity in ages.
my dog just ran into my room and climbed into the back of my closet….
sometimes i wish i could do that…
just climb into the dark and not have to deal with any of this anymore.
(via crossstheline)
this is so depressing
why am i obsessed with this show….
its soo intense i cant even handle it…. i almost just cried! ahhhhhhhhh someone help me not freak out!
WHY AM I GETTING SO INTO THIS SHOW!??!?!?!
WHY IS ELI BEING SUCH A BITCH!!!!!
I REALLY LIKE ALL THE GAY RIGHTS STUFF IN THIS!!!!
CAPS LOCK IS FUNNNNNNNNN!!!!
HE’S IN THIS EPISODE!!!
YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
i’m watching degrassi for the first time….
munro chambers is no where in sight….
i am actually really UPSET!!!!! RAWR!!
…..ugh.
what episode?!?
“Tears Dry On Their Own.” the one where the blonde gets the ticket for the next teen star?
i’m watching degrassi for the first time….
munro chambers is no where in sight….
i am actually really UPSET!!!!! RAWR!!
…..ugh.



















