1. Put on nail polish and let dry.
2. Dip fingernail in alcohol-basically any will do, vodka is suggested.
3. Press a strip of newspaper big enough to cover the whole nail on to your alcohol soaked nail.
4. Pull off slowly and be really impressed with yourself.
5. Paint top coat if desired.
OMG. Adding this to my things-to-try list.
i dont know you. i cant be myself around you. you have others. youve changed. i dont know.
TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.
by Robert Herrick
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.
i have a lot of secrets that i want you to know.
I have not eaten in two days. On Friday night I was just not expecting that to happen. I think I accept now that A doesn’t like me. Whatever everyone knows now but I don’t think it really matters. Its kind of the least of my worries even though he is real cool. Late on Friday night J kissed me while we were dancing. It was kind of unexpected. But maybe my awkward eye contact had worked or something. Because I kind of liked him since Mardigreens and I always thought him and S had nothing in common. I think M agreed. Anyway I was a little upset by the fact that he seemed to be needing to drink more to do this. Oh well. We went back to L’s. we went to the greens. I lost him. I may have said no one was in my room. We walked down the road by the water and I walked into the water again and lit a cigarette. He kept asking me if I was okay. He kept kissing me on the walk up the hill. I lit another cigarette I don’t know why. There were too many. We ran up the stairs and he sat in my dark room because I went to the bathroom. We kissed and he put his hand down my pants. He tore my pants off and put his mouth there. He took off my clothes but I didn’t want to do anything else at all. He took off his clothes and we went to sleep. I put clothes back on. When I woke up I pretended to be asleep. I kept thinking that it was okay if he left like he should just read my mind. He finally said he was leaving. My piles of books and clothes were all over the floor. I couldn’t find my underwear. I was bleeding. i was up and hungover so I went to brunch with s and E. all the rest of that day they told me I didn’t want to hang out with them. I went to the festival but was uncomfortable. I came back to campus and s told me that I hated her. She is my best friend and I honestly have no idea where this is coming from but I do have other friends that I want to see too sometimes and I rarely see anyone. I appreciate her, I guess it doesn’t show. I took a nap and she left me progressively harsher text messages because I wasn’t answering. I went out that night with them but while they were getting ready I was uncomfortable with the weight talk s also does and I thought she was being a little mean to me (and these days in general) so I went four doors down to my other friends. We went out. I got drunker and I got high. I lost everyone but found others. I talked to m about feeling kind of shitty and how I couldn’t talk to s and she reassured me that it was normal. I made out with m’s former roommate outside. It was in front of people and they were taking pictures. I put my hand down her pants. I have hickeys down my neck and arm. I threw up on s’s stairs I think after she yelled at me. I threw up outside and cried. I lost my phone. It turned out that o’s boyfriend was texting really awful things to people including s and it really upset her. She said she didn’t want to be my last resort friend. Shes isn’t though is the thing I cant seem to get across. I have two papers due tomorrow. I skipped class because I would have seen j on the path and someone who saw me put my hands down a girls pants in my next class. Im shame and cowardice and a heartbreaker and heartless and sorry and avoidant. It changes you. And im ruined.