Taylor: KAOS is currently playing some pop remix of part of your world, and I had a beautiful moment realizing that that was what I was hearing play in the background of reading about Chinese exclusion.
Kathleen: Right now relationship relationships are like pre-marriage.
Rose: Don't tell me that, I just want someone to watch movies with and do sexy things; you're making it scary.
Liana: Seriously, what the hell Kathleen?
Kathleen: IT'S TRUE CUZ EVERYONE'S LIKE FIGURING OUT WHAT THEY'RE DOING AFTER GRADUATION AND IF THAT PRETTY FREQUENTLY ENDS IN LIKE OH YOUR GOING TO GRAD SCHOOL THERE I COULD GET A JOB THERE AND AS SOON AS YOU DO THAT BAM! PREMARRIED!
Taylor: But if you find someone now you'll have all the perks and won't have to worry later.
El: Or you could just not at all and date someone until the end of the year then break up and go your separate ways?
Kathleen: BUT ONLY IF YOU ACTUALLY BREAK IT OFF AT GRADUATION
El: Well, yeah.
Liana: EL YOU WANT TO BE MARRIED MORE THAN ANY OF THE REST OF US IN THIS CONVERSATION DON'T FRONT
Taylor: One of my biggest fears is dying alone.
Rose: What is happening? Shut it down I'm scared.
Liana: I don't know, me too.
Rose: I'm gonna have nightmares about this shit
Liana: I've never even had sex how did we get to dying alone this fast?
El: I fear spiders and evil, man-eating plants that sing about killing dentists.
Liana: El, did you panic and start blurting out things that scare you that have no bearing on this conversation?
El: I just fell on my ass. In front of 70 people. I was adjusting a light and the amp went out from under me and I fell and knocked over the amp and crashed into a bunch of chairs, right in the middle of some chick's song.
Lian: Oh, El. Are you ok?
El: I'm gonna have a bruise on my back and I fucked over my ankle again
Liana: So...sort of?
El: As okay as I was before, for the most part.
Liana: So, banged up with weird bruises, a screwy ankle, and a broken toe?
We're five students (I use that term loosely) from The Evergreen State College in Olympia, WA.
We say stupid things. A lot. And we never forgo an opportunity to mock each other, so we decided to create a archive of stupid things we say and do so we can further our bitchy ways. Also, El wants to be Tumblr Famous. That's... probably not gonna happen.