TIHIF (HALLOWEEN)

I'm assuming you all know what day it is.

Yup. That time of year again.

When I get in my scary mood and I invite all my friends to sit real close

Because this is how I feel during Halloween.

This is how I feel when I see a quality Slenderman costume.

And this is how my roommates feel listening to my scary playlist all day long.

This is how I feel after my friend overreacts from my most recent scare.

And how I feel after doing the makeup for 4 different people in a row.

Because we are all trying to make it to our Halloween parties without forgetting anything important.

And when I find a girl who also likes to dress up scary instead of cutesy:

And when I find a boy as into Halloween as me.

So yeah. Basically....

TIHIF (Pinkie Toe)

This is how I feel when a boy I'm not interested in starts to show interest in me.

This is how I feel when I stub my pinkie toe.

This is how I feel when I'm trying to hide my emotions but my friend blindsides me and gets me to talk about it.

This is how I feel every time I write a review for a class (they're required).

This is how I feel when someone shares my watercolor commission post.

This is how I feel when my peers start talking politics.

This is how I feel when I'm wearing my onesie late at night and a boy walks into my apartment.

TIHIF (Feminist)

This is how I feel when someone offers to set me up on a blind date with their super attractive cousin.

This is how I feel when I see my roommate making cookies, knowing she's going to to offer me some.

This is how I feel whenever I get the chance to curl my hair.

This is how I feel when no one claims the last Texas Roadhouse Roll at work.

This is how I feel when I forget about a project until I get an email from my professor telling us he's giving us an extension.

This is how I feel when I see a couple sitting reeaaalll close watching the sunset by my backdoor.

This is how I feel when I'm discussing racial issues and someone decides to be a feminist.

TIHIF (Dr. Pepper)

This is how I feel when I go upstairs for friends but all I find is an empty apartment.

This is how I feel when it's been 4 years and someone plays the song Wrecking Ball.

This is how I feel when the day starts off at 25 degrees (F) but by noon it's 70 degrees.

This is how I feel every time I get to the end of a work day and my money drawer doesn't balance.

This is how I act like when I've been off my medication for a few weeks.

This is how I feel when I finally pay all my bills.

This is how I felt when President Uchtdorf mentioned "many liters of a diet soda which shall go unnamed".

TIHIF (Passive aggressive)

This is how I feel trying to hurry to class, but I wore my a-little-bit-too-loose pants.

This is how it feels when me and my best friend are both having terrible boy problems.

This is how it feels when I overestimate my problems and let them hold me down.

This is how I feel everyday running in the ARC.

This is how I feel when I try and have a movie night, but then my other roommates decide to have a game night at the same time.

This is how I feel trying to play soccer with anyone that has practiced for more than an hour (a.k.a almost literally anyone)

This is how it feels when the passive aggressiveness reaches new heights in my apartment.

TIHIF (The Wave)

This is how I feel every time I try and do something cool while cliff jumping.

This is how I feel attempting to do what I think the teacher wants instead of fulfilling the requirements of the assignment.

This is how it feels driving in Salt Lake. Every time.

This is how I feel when I hear about free ice-cream while trying to lose weight.

This is how I feel trying to run away from responsibility.

This is how I feel when I'm running home to use the bathroom and someone locked the door again.

This is how I feel when I'm at a football game and we're about to do the wave.

TIHIF (Break-up)

This is how it feels when there is a party in my apartment but I have to wake up at 6:30 the next morning.

This is how I feel when that perfect couple that everyone was cheering for breaks up.

This is how I feel working out anytime there are boys near.

This is how I feel trying to have self-control when my friends want to go out to eat.

This is how it feels when guys come into our apartment, eat some food, and leave.

This is what it feels like opening the mailbox and there's a letter for me.

This is how I feel trying to comfort friends having a hard time.