whatshouldwecallmichigan:

Expectation:

         

Reality:

       

        

This has already become my life. Minus the Doritos.

(read in high British voice): I love Pottermore, Potter Potter Pottermore!

But really though. Life changing. So much time has been spent.

Not wasted. Like I was going to study anyway. Riiiiiiight…

The rest of the books need to come out so I can explore them all. I went through “Philosopher’s Stone” (because yeah right I’m changing the language to U.S. English) in like two hours. I couldn’t get enough.

IT’S SO GOOD! J.K. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH :)

I can’t duel for shit though. Like what’s the highest you can get? Because the highest I’ve gotten is a 25, and I thought that was pretty good, but if the highest is like 100 then obviously some work needs to be done. Whatevs. Perfectly content making potions when they don’t interfere with my exam schedule.

GO POTTERMORE!

whatshouldwecallme:

Whenever any of my friends talks about their majors or futures or something similar I freak out.

whatshouldwecallmichigan:

At first you’re all:

          

But eventually you realize that you dgaf and you’re just like:

             

This is slowly becoming my life. All thanks to Pottermore.

This makes up about half of the expressions I make on a daily basis.

Potentially my favorite scene in my favorite Disney movie :)

whatshouldwecallmichigan:

First:

                                  

Then:

                                   

And then:

                                           

How I’m going to feel after I register:

                             

Please oh please let my schedule not be fucked…

whatshouldwecallme:

And the guys we’re playing against are like: 

Poor decisions all around!

May or may not have invited my friend’s ex-boyfriend to stay with me this weekend. This friend goes to the same school as me, so if he does come up there’s a slim chance we’ll see her. So that could be good.

May or may not be developing a crush on said boy. Not because I want to (obviously), but it just happened and I hate it.

Said boy is definitely playing me. Another girl likes him, he knows about it, he likes her, AND YET here I am.

Fuck.

This is the exact opposite of okay.

AND, cherry on top of the fuck-me sundae, I can’t vent about said situation to any of my friends because they’re going to get really mad at me and tell me how much of an idiot I am, and I kind of don’t really want to hear that right now…

I mean, I don’t think anyone ever wants to hear that they’re acting like an idiot, but I have the kind of friends who will straight up tell me this, so that’s cool.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Duck. Quack.

Shit.