If I'm not dead by tomorrow...

I'll buy the whole world cupcakes and single-handedly fix Japan and shave my head.

But I will be.
So whatever.

Love, taurine, and two more finals to go,
Banana

The closer I get to my wit's end...

The more I find myself with two-day old clothes
and serious bed head, holding a pot of macaroni and cheese under my covers,
staring blankly at videos like these:

I gave up on sanity a while ago.

Happy finals. 

-Banana

P.S. I am living on caffeine and Passion Pit.

P.P.S. In a little more than two weeks, I will be in PARIS. Maybe I won't come back.

P.P.P.S. Just for good measure: "A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner." -Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)

Sometimes...

I feel like

all I require to be super-human

is a good dose of sunshine

and some caffeine.

But then I am instantly reminded of my mortality, usually by running into something.

oh well, 
Banana

P.S. Look at this dreamy boy I got to like me!

[blurry photo by Brookie  on my Holgie in the front yard]

Perhaps there's another reason I feel capable of super-humanity? 
Just a thought.