I'm a Disaster.

So I mean, I’m laughing at this as much as anyone else because it’s hilarious… but it’s also reminding me of the time I went to see Jon Stewart live this past fall. It was  nasty-ass pouring rain outside, it was colder than it had been all week, and I was broke and supposed to be in Russian at that very moment. But sitting there in the back row, shivering and wishing I actually owned an umbrella and praying my phone didn’t die and that I still had money on my metrocard (where was it, by the way??), I was just completely blissed out; ultimately, it doesn’t matter how famous you are or how much of a city native you might be, watching your favorite TV personality live is the shit. 

I can’t believe I’m a week away from senior year. I might actually have a panic attack, because I might actually have to grow up by next May. I’ll need a job. I’ll need an apartment. I’ll need insurance. A doctor. A real i.d. 

I’ll be honest- I’m not ready.

(Source: fyjonstewart, via missingdinosaur-deactivated2013)