I'm Kate. 27-going-on-12, English teacher, remix culture junkie, Whovian, zombie scholar, British at heart, cupcake aficionado, all-around geek, theater/band/chorus kid, Disney princess. I like bacon and puppies and sex and drugs and alcohol and video games and you.
The boy and I are arguing about movies and I’m ready to punch him. We can’t agree on what our definitions of “zombies” are, he’s never seen The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, and he basically disregards every movie made before we were born. I’m 1000% done with him right now.
so apparently the risk management people at my university have told my political science professor that his tardis door is in violation of blah blah blah because “people might think police are actually available in his office”
okay, tamuc. okay.
y’all omfg i am so done. i went by his office this morning and he’s added all of this to his bulletin board:
Being on Tumblr during Comic Con is like watching all of your friends go to Hogsmeade without you
Does this mean I need the Marauder’s Map to show me a secret tunnel to Comic Con?