Well, my lovelies, unlike the BSC, I have graduated. College, that is. I also have the impending doom of my 25th birthday coming upon me in a few weeks, but my best friend and I have decided we're just going to tell everyone it's my 21st since I look like I'm 15 anyway. Free drinks! As of yet, I'm still unemployed because apparently being a psych major who spent all her time studying and making the National Honor Society in Psychology (Psi Chi represent!) doesn't bode as well as experience. If only I could get paid for reading BSC. Ann M. Martin, I will totally be your bitch. I will ghostwrite the hell out of that shit, just give me a chance!
Unemployment has a way of making you hella bored, so I've been toying with the idea of blogging again, because, shit, Jersey Shore has ended. Also, check out what I recently scored from the discard shelf of my library...
If you're saying to yourself, "Shit, bitch, that looks like pretty much every single SVH book besides the ones you probably already own," that's because IT IS! My ho ass library got rid of these fine pieces of literature, and I collected them in a huge bag as fast as I could. YOU KNOW YOU'D DO THE SAME THING. I haven't gotten my collection all together yet, but going by memory, I think I own all of them now except for All Night Long, which angers me because Scott's porn 'stache is so rockin'. I think a trip to the used book store is in order so I can get that last one.
I also took a picture of my holy trifecta, just to make everyone jealous: