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Finals are kicking my ass and they haven’t even started yet.
Have these professors ever heard of final reviews? How the hell am I supposed to remember shit I learned in January? I’m positive if I memorize anything else my brain will self destruct itself and you wanna know the worst part? I’ve barely spoken to Rachel this past week! WTF is this shit? No me gusta!
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(via pezberry)
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(Source: , via hayleyatwell)
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(Source: sica-day)
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I don’t know if I should cry or laugh!
I think I’m just going to jump around screaming for awhile!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111
Well while Rachel is screaming and jumping around I guess I should explain whats going on for everyone else. I’ve been working for the last few weeks on a surprise for her. After doing a lot of thinking and talking to Quinn I felt like I was holding Rachel back. I mean she’s Rachel Berry and anyone who knows her well… or has just met her really… knows that her main goal is to get to Broadway and be a star. Well after a lot of string pulling and maneuvering, I managed to get enough grant money and scholarships to apply to NYU. Naturally I got accepted, as if I wouldn’t. Thats what I had to talk to my parents about this weekend and they are less than thrilled that I’m moving so far away but this isn’t about me, its about Rachel. I had originally planned to help Rachel decide and apply for whatever school she wanted to go to up there but after reading Quinn’s blog, I guess that’s already taken care of. So yeah… we’re finally New York bound. Now if I can just get Rachel to stay still long enough to actually thank me like I want her too.
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Is it possible to be hung over for 2 days?
I still feel horrible.
I miss Santana.
Answer your phone babe.
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Crazy Weekend…
There are times when I’m at school and I think about my family and wonder why I hardly spend any time with them. Then I go visit and remember. This weekend was… interesting. Had to talk to the ‘rents about some important stuff and to say they took it… not so well is an understatement. Whatever. They’ll get over it sooner or later, they’re just stubborn. If they don’t then, I guess they’ll just deal.
I see my girlfriend had fun this weekend. I got some interesting texts on Friday that were funny. Q I owe you one, thanks for making sure Rach didn’t kill herself or anything. I much rather prefer you over Puck. I don’t want his ass anywhere near her when alcohol is involved ever again.
Wish I could say its over but now I have to do the hardest part and talk to Rachel… wish me luck?
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Alright…
Santana since you have not answered my phone calls and the only real communication I have gotten from you is texts (with one word answers) we ARE talking tomorrow. I have things I need to tell you and decisions to make…it can not wait any longer.
Also, we WILL be talking about Noah. Enough is enough.
Fine. Is this a face to face thing or what?
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Fic Rec: C'mon Girls (Let's Show the Guys That We Know)
Author: nightshifted
NC-17; 1,700+Santana’s hands wrap around Rachel’s hips, and she hikes Rachel higher up on the piano until only her legs are dangling from the edge. Rachel slides smoothly across the glossy surface of the instrument. As she’s squirming for traction, her sheet music flies to the ground, forgotten.
