You cut me off mid-funk.

Mandatory: I am officially a Government Concentrator with an American Politics subfield and a Secondary Field in Studies of Women, Gender, & Sexuality. In other words, YAAAAASSSS.

when i have this many papers to write and things to read is precisely when i want to take everyone who talks shit about ~humanities~ majors and shoot them in the face

is over. 

Holy mother of God.

Aaron, Walaa, and I. We sat across the street from where she was partying for about an hour. 

I love college. 

Lady Gaga was outside my window. No big deal.

Going to school here can make you feel like a relative failure in no time. 

Every time I tell someone that I don’t plan on doing anything (like an internship, traveling, finding the cure to cancer, creating world peace, etc.) this summer, I get this…this blank stare that pisses me off to no end.

I’m 18 and already feeling burned out by the process of getting here in the first place. I haven’t had a summer off since I was 14. I read non-stop and write essays and response papers and lab reports all the time. I get little sleep, I’m homesick, I’m not eating well…what the fuck am I supposed to do, work myself to death? Thank God for the friends I’ve made here. They’re a reminder to, you know, breathe. 

I’m pretty much sure that unless some magical, beautiful internship or other opportunity comes along, I’ll be home watching baseball and hanging out in the city this summer. That’s all I really want. Honestly. 

Sue me, Harvard. 

Percentage of applicants offered undergraduate admission to Harvard this year:  6.2

Percentage of applicants accepted for employment on McDonald’s National Hiring Day in April: 6.2

—from Harper’s Index, June 2011 via TYWKIWDBI

(via livercirrhosis)

Occupy Harvard: absolute insanity. I’m not involved, but holy shit.

One of the protesters tried jumping a gate after HUPD told him to back off and was arrested, which then led the entire campus to get locked down. I had to show my I.D. to like, ten different police officers to get back in the Yard.

Shit’s going down in Cambridge, yo.