May 2011
ANYBODY WHO KNOWS ANYBODY IN THE EOSMITH BAND:
Text them, call them, harass them, abuse them. Tell them to bring their uniform in TOMORROW, whether or not they have band, or they will die.
Let’s see if we can do this in one day.
Love,
Vinny
When going back to edit a post with a typo:
NOBODY LOOK AT THIS POST IT’S UNDER CONSTRUCTION HOLD THE FUCK UP OH GOD THE WHOLE WORLD IS GOING TO SEE THIS FUCKING TYPO NOOOOOO
and people reblog it before you change it.
UNH UNH UNH UNH UNH UNH
Every day, I get more and more and more and more and more and more and more and even more and more even still and even morely more and morer and more and more excited.
UNHHHHH
COLLEGEEEEEE
OROVICHHHH
POLKKKKK
BOYSENNN (well, not next year… silly sabbatical :P)
GOODWINNNN
ANNICHARICOOO
UNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
:)
This is going to be a long summer.
A.S.B.: Who doesn't like a blonde joke? →
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A blonde walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. She says she’s going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for the loan, so the blonde hands over the keys to a new Rolls Royce. The…
Think of all of the lives you have touched.
Every person you have met.
Every person you have talked to.
Every friend you’ve made.
Every enemy you’ve created.
Every person you’ve made cry.
Every smile you’ve caused.
Every day you’ve made good.
Every tear you’ve wiped from someone’s eye.
Every late night “I’m here for you” conversation.
Every best friend you’ve dropped everything for.
Every sports team you’ve helped (or completely butchered).
Every ensemble you’ve played in.
Every meal you’ve sat down with family or friends.
Every old man or old lady you’ve done yardwork for, a talked to, or taken care of their cats, because what crazy old lady doesn’t have cats.
Every day you’ve said good morning to someone.
Every day you’ve given a hug to a person who desperately needed, whether or not you’ve realized it.
Now, imagine.
If you didn’t meet him.
If you didn’t talk to her.
Help him.
Love her.
Where would they be now?
Some people might not even BE here.
Smile, your mom chose life.
WHO IS MY 36TH FOLLOWER
I am soooo curious, because the number of followers Tumblr says I have is ALWAYS one more than the number of people it actually shows.
I WANNA KNOW
CAN YOU SHOW ME
Okay, Tarzan is officially on the brain.
This summer is going to be amazing.
I think this is going to work out well, him and me. 2 minutes away from the beach? Awesomeeeeee :)
I am so excited, because he and I are going to have a really awesome summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know I shouldnt be excited, at least not this excited, bu I am because…. well yeah. :)
SO. MUCH. BOREDOM.
Fuck school, I want to go to the beach. Reblog if you'll join me.
blegh
mmhmm, yup.
You feel the same way.
Yeahhhhh, you.
blegh.
Yeah, I kinda like you too much for my own good.
(The sad part is that applies to more than one person right now.)
I don't care what any body else says, but the scariest moment in Film History is when Matilda and Miss Honey are hiding in Miss Truchbull's house.
Ohhhhhhhh boy.
So last night I was at Tolland’s prom, with lotsa people I didn’t know, so I was clinging to the people I thought I’d like. It was actually a lot of fun. But there were three gay couples, which is weird for a small school, and I was really jealous, and I was starting to get bored after 2 hours of dancing with the same group of people.
So I grabbed this guy… Patrick. The dancing was really fun, but he took it realllllly seriously. And now I have to figure out what to do…. ohhhh shit.
On the bright side, I have EO prom tonight. Yayyyyy pure exhaustion.
And actual good news, MIKE IS GRADUATING FROM BOSTON UNIVERSITY TODAYYYY!!!!!! He’ll have officially graduated before the world ends.
