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NOTHING has the ability to make a person feel like a fool quite like being drunk does. 

man oh man.

The subtitle of this tumblr reads “everyone should have their own time machine.” That’s pretty vague. What I meant was this tumblr serves as a web-record of some things I laugh at, some things I find pretty, some things I want to own, and/or some things I’ve felt but someone else expressed better than I could. It usually exists in the past, as they are things I want to be able to go BACK to, should I ever feel like it. 

But lately, I’ve been obsessing over the future. Because, you see, I’m about to graduate college. 

This has me very anxious; I don’t know what I’m going to be doing with myself! I am apprehensive to enter an adult world that I feel tremendously unprepared for, and have no clue how to navigate. 

Today I received a letter from my university congratulating me on my graduation, and confirming with me what my diploma will state as my degree: BA in English Literature. 

And right underneath that information were three blanks where I suppose a more ambitious student would have had minors. Minors! Shit. 

But… I could do a minor. If I were willing to stay at the university for another Fall semester, delaying my graduation. 

Would that be so bad, internet? It would allow me to firm up my admittedly lax GPA, and I would get a minor in Italian in the process. These things might come in handy if I ever decide I want to go to graduate school.

What do you think? Worth it?

So I just signed in to my dashboard for the first time in weeks, because I’m bored out of my mind at work, and I see on the right side of the page on of those “Messages(1)” links. When did tumblr get messages? The message read “Why do I even bother checking this thing if you never update?”

So here you go, an update and a way for me to soak up the four hours I have left sitting at work. 20 things about me.

1. If you’re reading this, you’ve probably been to this tumblr before. So you’re definitely aware of my serious adoration of antler-ed beasts. Where did that come from? Beauty and the Beast. Gaston’s song — “I use antlers in all of my decoraaaating.”

2. May is National Hamburger Month. My favorite burger? Whataburger.

3. When I think, I tap my nose with my fingers. My mother also does this. I have no idea where we picked this up.

4. I can’t grocery shop while on the phone. Something about it makes my brain shut off and I become incapable of continuing the conversation AND selecting my groceries. Nothing gets accomplished.

5. I hate jalapenos. It’s the only food I can honestly say I won’t eat.

6. God I’m flaky. I will sleep through phone calls. I will receive texts and think “I’ll reply in a few minutes” and forget. I will make plans a few days/a week in advance and forget. I have lost friends over this. I’m so sorry. It isn’t personal, I swear.

7. I might have the worst taste in movies of all the people I know. I can say this with confidence because “Wimbledon” is and always will be in my top 5 favorites of all time.

8. I can’t just let anything go. I will obsess over events much longer than necessary, way past the time when anything could even be done about it. I’m talking years here.

9. I can be hyper-sensitive. I’ve been told this is a flaw, but I embrace it. I’d rather be sensitive than callous, wouldn’t you?

10. Caramel. Caramel everything. Caramel ice cream, butter caramel, caramel in my coffee, caramelized onions. Caramel.

11. I don’t ever remember having dreams, only vivid, upsetting, bizarre-o nightmares.

12. My hands and toes will always be cold until YOU, not me, warm them up.

13. A family trait: If we are put in front of a television for 30+ minutes, chances are great that we will fall asleep.

14. I hate putting dishes away from a dishwasher. They are far too noisy. I much prefer just washing them by hand.

15. My favorite kind of antlers? Caribou.

16. I find being in an airport at night and flying when it’s dark to be supremely relaxing.

17. Christmas eve is my favorite day out of the year.

18. I do not like surprises, giving or receiving. I’m horrible at waiting until the birthday/christmas/what have you to give a present.

19. I’m a stronghold for secrets. Tell me a secret, and I won’t talk about it again, probably not even to the person who told me about it. This is because I was once told a secret and accidentally let it slip. I’ve been paranoid ever since.

20. I’m the biggest scaredy-cat on the planet. A guy just walked into the store, I didn’t notice him and when I looked up and saw him, I jumped and yelped. Sorry, guy.

There. An update.