That awkward moment when you mistake your neighbor...
My Arts Professor...
( - 20 years) + = Arts Professor. I’m excited for this semester.
“let me interrupt your blogging with—” no “reblog this if—” no “rules of tumblr: reblo—” no “if you don’t reblog this you have no heart—” no
rueme: lavender-ice: meepit did you see this yesenia oh my god i want one
I have "So This is Love" from Cinderella stuck in...
I am quite single and lack interest in anyone. I do not approve of this sappy romantic nature.
So I'm in the airport today when 50 Cent walks...
My reaction: “Huh… that’s cool.” And the big, buff, black guy behind me is all: *Whips out phone* “AMBER. 50 CENT JUST WALKED BY ME. HE HAD BODY GUARDS AND EVERYTHING. I’M THE ONLY BLACK GUY HERE BUT IT WAS 50 CENT. AMBER YOU AREN’T PAYING ATTENTION. IT WAS 50 CENT. I WANT TO GO UP TO HIM SO BAD!!!”
Tumblr won't tell me who my new followers are!
I’M SORRY I CAN’T LIST YOU GUYS BY NAME! stupid tumblr.
I need a textbook for my freaking college PE...
>8I And to make matters worse, my professor is my high school health teacher. That won’t be awkward at all.