#shermerstarter

[nathaniellynn-blog]

I don’t get why these guys in my frat pay 1000s of dollars to go to this school and be in a frat when all they do is fuck around campus and the house making it hard for people who actually give a shit about their studies to concentrate. Please someone answer me why these idiots are like this? 

[howolivery]

Just once, I wish someone would appreciate the value of a good speech. It’s just so amazing to me how devalued they are. We live in a world where Hallmark exists and thinks a picture of a teddy bear and three words--one of which is spelled incorrectly, is enough to tell someone how you really feel.

God, why does everything have to be so simple these days? When did we stop thinking?

[al3cstjames]

How is anyone expected to get any homework done when Netflix somehow just always turns itself on? 

[blvemonday]

I’m in dire need of an outing that consists of nothing but mani/pedis, shopping at the most fabulous boutiques anyplace but Shermer has to offer, and an unwavering encouragement to buy anything in sight because now that midterms week is approaching, it’s only fitting I prepare for it with my battle armor, AKA the mini skirt I’ve had my eyes on for weeks now that is simply the most perfect color for spring and these pair of shoes that’ll look absolutely darling with it. Who’s in?

[whatamegabitch-blog]

If there’s anything you should do before you die, it’s have brunch with a Governor. Even though they weighed like a thousand pounds and shouldn’t be using every excuse in the day to eat, it was such a thrill. Honestly at this point, it should be illegal. I hope everyone’s having as great a day as I am.

[hisdayoff-blog]

You hear that, my little town chickens? That’s the sweet, sweet sound of town mediorcrity! And I’m not liking it. It’s not music to my ears. What about a little noise, fellas? Where’s the heat? The passion? It’s like everyone’s losing their touch. Let’s get to rustling up come ideas, huh? Hit me with your best shot. How’s about it? I dare ya. 

[blvemonday]

Here’s a tip: when someone fixes up your car real nice, unsolicited advice doesn’t count as an actual tip. Keep in mind I’m the one with access to your brakes next time around. 

[blvemonday]

Time’s really flown by this year. Before I know it, I’ll be twenty-five years old, and I still have no plans to ring it in. I’ll be a quarter of a century old -- whatever I do has to be big, right?