My name is Amanda, I'm 20 years old and in my third year of psychology. I curl, I bowl, I train to become a pokemon master. I watch way too many movies, and Im known for getting too attached to fictional characters in TV shows and books. I cheer for the Habs, the Cowboys, and the Blue Jays. I will listen to any song once, and give it an honest chance.
Oh, and sometimes I'm simply known as Star. My proudest accomplishment to date.
Anything else you want to know? Just ask.
my unimpressed to be inside in class on such a nice day
Just wanted a picture of my infinity ring.
Brap brap.
Pearly whites after the dentist today
Wild hair yet to be tamed
Exhausted as hell
This is my life right now.
There’s really funny meanings behind these cows.
But you don’t need to know them.
Thank you Lindsay for taking some great shots for campaign photos!
To the guy today who took me for coffee and order a chocolate milk.
Who then tried to tell me about what coffee “actually does” and then confess he’s a smoker.
Who tried to seem like an expert in psychology.
Who told me my degree is useless.
Who claims to be a super expert at sex and can last an hour (nobody fucking cares for the record)
Who told me my pants are ripped and are a distraction.Who told me I complain too much (he didn’t even get a real dose of me).
Who seemed more concerned about getting “wasted soon” then enjoying life.
Who mocked me for having a wii.
Who COMPLETELY has no idea how to treat a girl on the first “date”
FUCK YOU!
It’ll be a breeze to top you.
This is my tired of being tired face.
I just wish I could fucking sleep again.
My mom’s been going through her clothes and there’s a ton of winter-y sweaters. I just find them so freaking cute, I love ugly sweaters!
OH and PS yeah, I’m still in my pajamas. WUDDUP X-Mas break.
