a peculiar organ

Guys. I survived midterm week. I definitely underestimated its power to ruin my life. At this point, I'm running on six hours of sleep for the last three days. You should see my face as I'm typing this. I straight up look like a dementor got the best of me. {if you don't know what that is. leave my castle}

So seeing that I'm brain dead, I thought instead of thinking too hard, I would just tell you exactly what I've already thought. This, my dear friends, is no exaggeration, no dramatics, and surely no bull crap.

This is the mind of Ashlynn McCarter

{daily conversations and serious questions I've asked myself}

"Clearance level for that parking garage is 7'-3"? Sucks to be an ogre."

"I wonder if I tell the cashier that I had a dream about her she would offer me a complementary frosty?"

"Should I trip him to see if he turns into a decepticon?"

"Pumpkin smoothie?!? I wish whales could enjoy seasonal pumpkin items."

"I swear that soda can on the bus floor is a bomb."

"I think I'm going to start a conspiracy theory about my own life..."

"To celebrate completing an otter pop, I shall have another!"

"My dog has more friends than me."

"I'm looking at your face while you're talking to me, but I'm just laughing cause I think you look like a tea cup Chihuahua."

"At what point in my Harry Potter Fan Career am I eligible for a Nobel Piece Prize?"

"Why do all the Asians have nice cars?"

What is it going to take to get some Asian social status around here?"

"It's 40 degrees outside...should I wear my red or brown flip flops?"

and lastly

"Why aren't you selling any regular glazed doughnuts around here? Instead you dress em' up with too much sprinkles!"

So, if you thought you knew me before this post, you were very very wrong.