champagne:

i am the sea
yuu-ung:

aztec-child:

x

Omgggg

I’m back.

Italy bound in 8 days… WTF.

QUE RICO ES SER CHILANGO! AHUUUA!

STORY OF THE DAY

It’s more like Friday’s story, but I was too lazy to post it. Anyways, yesterday I had my student visa appointment at the Italian Consulate in downtown. The appointment was at 9:00AM sharp; I arrived at 8:30AM. I take the elevator to the fourth floor, walk down the hallway, and attempt to open the door. It’s locked! I think to myself, “where the hell am I going to sit down and wait for them to open?!?” I decided to wait in the men’s restroom. So there I am sitting on the toilet chilling waiting for the Italian Consulate to open their doors. The longest thirty minutes of my life. It’s 8:50AM, I decide to go check if they finally have opened their doors. As I walk out of the restroom this man, who just walked out of the elevator, steps out in front of me and continues to walk towards to the Italian Consulate’s doors. He manages to open the door just fine. Do you know why?!? Because to open the door you had to PUSH and not PULL. I tried opening the door by pulling it and not pushing it. So in conclusion I am the dumbass who was chilling on the toilet waiting for something to open when it was opened all that time… 

Heaven on Earth.