Got myself an Indiana Jones hat courtesy of my dear friends Danai and Darryl! The graininess of my webcam makes me look goooood…

Try to take a picture of your new hair, yawn when the picture takes and end up looking like the chick from The Ring.

Sometimes it gets tiring being this classy.

“Darren is coming at half ten with old champagne. You in?”

This was my backpack for three glorious years. Some people may say it’s immature for a seventeen year old to have a dinosaur backpack. Yeah, well go fuck yourself those people.

Trying to find it right now and terrified that my Mom has thrown it out.

That’s when the conversation ended. Recession humour isn’t big with bisexual Canadian exchange students, apparently… 

NEED THIS NOW

I could definitely survive post-apocalypse with these as my main food source. So damn versatile!  

She hates me.

Please let it end…

NEED

Oh, how I wish I lived in a world where anti-depressants actually had this effect…

I’ll have to make do with weed, I suppose.