I hate being petty about something that isn't really worth being petty about but you're still annoyed about it because you're PETTY AF.

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I hate being petty about something that isn't really worth being petty about but you're still annoyed about it because you're PETTY AF.
half my wardrobe on instagram just check it out at @my sisters
So confession time...
My favorite sleepwear is a relative state of undress. As in, ideally, nothing but panties - and really I only wear those because I have this (somewhat) absurd fear that a spider might crawl up my vagina in the middle of the night if I removed this (admittedly) flimsy barrier. But to the point: in America, this doesn't actually happen very often. At university, I have a roommate and we have a strict no-nudity policy. At home, I have two parents and two younger siblings and no locking mechanism on my door. Here in Bulgaria, I have a room with a lock all to myself. But I'm still a bit worried about sleeping like this. Because like what if there was a fire? In America, we have smoke detectors. Which give me enough warning that I (stupidly) feel there is plenty of time to grab a bra and throw on some pants and even debate about which shoes look least ridiculous with my fuzzy socks. In Bulgaria, I'm fairly certain the only warning system in place is the sound of people being burned alive. So yeah. At that point, there's no time to grab pants. Do you see my dilemma?
The guy who invented ear buds does not know what ears are shaped like
I just spent a good couple minutes trying to make them fit...
Personal Problem:
Finding cute heels that are 3 1/2 inches (or less) tall and match my dress - so I won't be taller than my boyfriend at my birthday party.
I just realized that I have my math final NEXT Saturday, which means I'll be 19 very soon, and here I was thinking I had more time...
I'm excited, but I feel as though time is flying by. I haven't studied for my math final yet. So I'll probably spend time doing that on Sunday and Monday. Then I'll spend Friday and Saturday (after my final) going over Humanities core, because I'm not too sure about the concepts this time around. I'm not looking forward to this...
My last birthday weekend was far from stressful and I have a feeling that this won't be the case during the next four years. I can't believe that I'm already hating finals although they haven't begun.
In which Gillian is petty
no fuck you I'm not eating that chili
I never eat your chili, this time is no different Mother
I never eat chili and no glares, no disapproving looks is going to change that