October 2008
“…contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful, it is for the...”
– Article in Oprah magazine (via marjchun : crazyfor-you : megwhyte) (via luxuriousvulgarity)
I need:
more energy
a higher boredom threshold
more hours in a day
intelligence
magical powers
money
Not necessarily in that order.
SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.
(insert manic laugh)
I will never succumb to the evil clutches of slumber.
More on aluminium seals...
When I buy things in squeezable bottles, like mayonnaise or mustard or whatever, I always always uncannily manage to forget that there is always that seal thing and I squeeze on and on obliviously until my brain starts working (which usually takes about half an hour to start up) and I realize that no matter how hard I squeeze or how red my face turns (not that it does or anything…) there is...
Another segment of: Adventures in the library!
I found a library cubicle with nutella seals stuck on it. And by seals, I don’t mean those little stickers, I mean those aluminium seals for freshness things that they have when you just buy them.
WHO MAKES SANDWICHES IN THE LIBRARY??? WHO???
Nom nom nom.
But I thought she was your pokemon.
Oh well.
Barack Obama Eats Babies →
What the hell.
robot-heart:markyb:thedailywhat:
Stop what you’re doing! Someone just won the internet.
(via.)
Lesson for today, and like, FOREVER.
Do not go snooping around if you do not want to find out about about crappy things.
And in case you were wondering
YES THIS IS A FRIDAY NIGHT AND I JUST GOT HOME FROM THE LIBRARY.
(this is a cry for help)
The things I see in library cubicles
Gum stuck on gum stuck on gum stuck on gum. Stuck on gum. Stuck on the desk.
“My girl likes my thumb up her ass.”
I can really sense the insatiable hunger for knowledge.
I have my exam coming up in a few weeks and my skull seems to get thicker everyday. Literally it seems no amount of repeating will get things into my brain. And the barrage of somewhat unsatisfactory grades coming my way seem to be emphasizing this, saying, “You’re really not as smart as you thought you were, you arrogant bitch.”
Okay, I might be exaggerating. Maybe without the...
I was going to open iTunes
But I opened facebook instead. Seriously, there is somethng wrong here.
saramcpherson:Of Montreal - Brush, Brush, Brush
My best friend's granddad just killed himself.
And I can’t call her for some reason.
I can’t believe that I’ve been mostly complaining to her about my life.
This… puts things in perspective, to say the least.
Happiness is finding a library cubicle with a minimal amount of gum stuck on it.
Friday nights at the library.
Exams are eating my life.
Not checking facebook is totally harder than I thought. It’s… a reflex. Sad, I know.
I am going off facebook.
GASP!
Not like permanently deleting my account or whatever, but I am seriously cutting back my facebook time. Besides being an evil procrastinating tool, it also makes me increasingly aware of other people. Which I don’t need right now. What I need is to be in my own world, knowing only what I want to know. For now.
“But I think the sad is going to dominate (a person’s emotion) because no one has...”
– Mark Pettinelli, Angry, Upset and Depressed
I got an internship at Accenture!!
There is a silver lining to all the asshole-ness that I have been bombarded with lately.
Many important discoveries made today… Main lesson being, a lot of people are assholes. Really.
Fankles = Fat ankles.
So today, I went to the city and tried on pants and one of the pants that I tried on got stuck around my right ankle.
I seriously could not get them off my foot. My efforts only resulted in leg cramps, a red face, and my hair going everywhere. In the end I had to call in the sales girl to help me pull the pants off my foot. Imagine a pantsless me with my leg half up and a sales girl on her knees...
Hostile, sad, angry, tired, frustrated
A summary of how I feel right now. Not very positive to say the least.
I’ve refreshed tumblr about 5 times in the last hour, despite the fact that there were no new posts. Can you tell how desperate I am to hold off doing my assignment?
“When they’re rich”
– Pam, age 7, on when it is okay to kiss someone.
Pam sounds like my kind of girl.
