“Colin Singleton’s distance from his glasses made him realize the problem: myopia. He was nearsighted. The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.”—An Abundance of Katherines;John Green (via helloerks)
“Guys go to a restaurant called Hooters. If there was a place where male waiters were dressed up to arouse the women, they wouldn’t be in Speedos. They would be in suits carrying briefcases and they’d be holding up their perfect credit reports.”—Whitney Cummings (via sweetlittlesnippets)
I hate it so freaking much. I wish we had a choice on if we want to live in or not.
There’s no privacy. The doors don’t have locks so I can’t lock myself in the room I share with two other people. You see the same people everyday and night. I’m literally on the verge of going insane and I’ve only been here a week.
When I went to Chicago this weekend I was seriously dreading coming back. I did not want to go back into the house. I miss last year. I lived in a suite. I was surrounded by people all the time but I could always escape to my room when I had enough.
There’s absolutely no privacy.
I feel like living in is making me hate my sorority.