
why can’t i just spend my life taking pictures of myself and playing scramble with friends? why do i have to write papers on dumb books that i don’t like?

why can’t i just spend my life taking pictures of myself and playing scramble with friends? why do i have to write papers on dumb books that i don’t like?

it’s really a shame that my most recent paycheck corresponded with the beginning of my spring break, because now all i want to do is spend money on nice things, like these new sunglasses.

crossing my fingers that one day i’ll be bedridden because really it is just so nice to stay in bed all of the time.

dearest friends, i am sorry i haven’t been gracing you with my really quality blog presence, but i am enrolled in six courses this semester and i am also working three jobs. in fact, welcome to my office at my newest job. at any rate, i promise to try and post more. as a side note, can you imagine if i wore glasses like this for real? my blog would hit a whole new level of hip.
love,
nick

even just a few weeks ago, i don’t think i would have posted a picture like this that is so honest about my face. but in the past few weeks, after a lot of growing up, i’ve gotten over a lot of my own self-conscious impulses. maybe my nose is too big, maybe i have too many freckles, maybe my skin is not smooth or clear. but that’s okay.

my bb ryan gosling is keeping me company in this cold and lonely airport terminal in hong kong; he’s so frisky sometimes

i wonder if the reason i don’t have a boyfriend is because any boy who comes to my house is unsettled by the fact that ataturk is staring down at my bed.

After a long, sleep-deprived day of travel from Istanbul to New York, your good friend Nick has a flight to Florida six hours later that is ruining any possibility of his going to sleep tonight. Your good friend Nick is therefore cozying up with his (very) good friend Jim Beam to make these night hours more tolerable.