Inner Thoughts of a College Girl (As Told By GIFs)

Thursday

6:00 am
What is that annoying sound? Why is my head vibrating? Why won’t it stop? OH MY GOODNESS, SHUT UP.

6:10 am
Eff, that was my alarm clock, wasn’t it? Where’s my stuffed animal? Oh, there he is. Hi Jefferson. I’m going to squish you.

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6:12 am
EFF OKAY FINE, I’M UP YOU STUPID CLOCK.

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7:10 am
Do I like my face today? Ugh, I don’t want to do my make up. Looking pretty is so time-consuming. Life is so hard.

7:12 am
Don’t poke yourself in the eye with your mascara wand. Don’t poke yourself in the eye with your mascara wand. Don’t poke yourself in the- OW EFF UGH.

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7:30 am
Why is my bus always late?

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8:00 am
Hello coffee, let’s be best friends as I try to make it through this school day.

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9:45 am
Dear cute guy in my class, please continue being cute. You’re incredibly distracting, but I don’t suppose I would understand what the prof is saying even if I were listening, so I guess this is okay.

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11:00 am
I’m hungry. Dammit, why didn’t I pack any food? I guess I could go and buy something to eat. Lol jokes I’m broke.

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12:40 pm
FREEDOM FROM CLASSES YAY

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5:15 pm
Holy crap, I haven’t started my homework yet. Okay, compromise: you can read your textbook in bed.

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7:00 pm
I should really stop napping and actually read my textbook.

7:30 pm
I don’t want to go out, but it’s kind of socially unacceptable of me to not go out tonight so I guess I’ll go out.

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7:41 pm
Don’t poke yourself in the eye with your mascara wand. Don’t poke yourself in the eye with your mascara wand. Don’t poke yourself in the eye with your mascara wand. SUCCESS. I AM THE MAKE UP MASTER.

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10:00 pm

MY FACE LOOKS SO GROSS RIGHT NOW BUT WHATEVER THIS PLACE IS FUN.

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10:02 pm

10:27 pm

11:02 pm

11:30 pm
Rum and cranberry juice? I guess.

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11:54 pm

Friday

12:04 am
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee home.

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12:10 am
Ugh, should I get pizza? No, don’t get pizza, you have to be skinny. Okay fine, order pizza. NO, DON’T ORDER PIZZA. YOU ARE STRONG AND TOTALLY NOT TIPSY FROM THE BAR.

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