Third World Amazement.
janemarcus: nadhira: So I went to the Riverfest yesterday. FIREWORKS ARE THE MOST AMAZING THING TO HAPPEN TO MANKIND. I mean, we do have fireworks back home home, but not of that magnitude. And the jets with the fire shooting out of the end!!!!!!! It was an endless show of amazing fireworks for half an hour with appropriately themed music. And when the yellow fireworks were on, IT LOOKED...
#2: The Sound of Music
My Favorite Things Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens; Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens; Brown paper packages tied up with strings; These are a few of my favorite things. Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels; Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles; Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings; These are a few of my favorite things. Girls in...
Third World Amazement.
So I went to the Riverfire Festival yesterday. FIREWORKS ARE THE MOST AMAZING THING TO HAPPEN TO MANKIND. I mean, we do have fireworks back home home, but not of that magnitude. And the jets with the fire shooting out of the end!!!!!!! It was an endless show of amazing fireworks for half an hour with appropriately themed music. And when the yellow fireworks were on, IT LOOKED LIKE GOLD AND...
I just watched child wrestling. On TV. A child being punched by another child, followed by a series of slams, one of them called “the neckbreaker”. Seriously, who makes this shit? P.S. However, I did stop and watch the program long enough to see all these slams, so yeah.
Starting a few months ago, I sort of stopped drinking coffee. Not on purpose, I just didn’t. For no reason whatsoever. So yeah, I had coffee today. I’m sorry coffee, I will never ever leave you again.
caragh: OHHHH. DISCUSSED AND DISGUST ARE HOMONYMS. I didn’t realize this until just now? Once my elementary school teacher was teaching us about homonyms and wanted us to make up separate sentences for them to help distinguish. I, apparently a cunt even back then, taught my fellow students “Which witch is which?” My teacher forced me to write new sentences. Whatever. I think Eminem figured...
Quiet people are scary.
If you saw a crazy person in the street screaming his head off about aliens, then it would be clear that he was a crazy person thinking about aliens. But if someone just stands there, they give room for you to speculate on what exactly it is they’re thinking about. They could be thinking about anything. A few examples: Steak Mechanical pencils Electronic staplers (which is often what I...
Oh god, new tumblr is awesome.
I have my calculator, I have my formulas, BUT I CANNOT SEEM TO TYPE THE FRIGGIN NUMBERS INTO THE CALCULATOR. It’s like the universe is conspiring against me. Besides, people have built entire programs on how to make this easy for people. Why does the education system insist on going back in time instead of appreciating what these intelligent people have made for us? I do not understand.
The Catorialist →
What the Sartorialist would be in an alternate universe in which Cats ruled the (fashion) world.
I’m going to get a ‘shameless’ tattoo next. That’s what...– Marc Jacobs Umm, so yeah, that pretty much explains him.
After repeatedly walking from one end of the campus to another, I think that installing conveyor belts on the pedestrian paths would be an excellent idea. Aesthetics be damned. P.S. Or maybe this could just be done in sidewalks everywhere. P.P.S. Yes I am lazy.
I had a math breakdown
So, I attempted studying statistics last night for my midterm exam which is on Thursday. Woke up until 5 up to my ears in numbers and I still couldn’t get it right despite using a calculator and having the formulas right in front of me. In the end I cried out of frustration (math breakdown, I know, sad.) and rationalized my idiocy by thinking that the reason I wasn’t getting the...
I miss everyone back home.
Happy Birthday to Me :)
Come on people, why are you not cluttering up my...
Do your job, dammit.
Drama is difficult for you, but it makes people around you entertained. So stop...– Melanie
Note to self: It’s best to ignore all thoughts when going through a combination of a cold, cough, and PMS.
Black pants Lace tights Checkered shirt Suede vest Pretty sure I will edit this later and add more things. I also dreamed about buying a fringed bag last night. I will take that as a sign.
I’m practically alternating between coughing and sneezing my guts out. And blowing my nose every three minutes. Someone pity me, please.
Dude, it was gnarly, it looked like he ate a Ninja Turtle.– Co-worker on a kid who puked in the restaurant (via vinh) Cool.
I love night time. It’s the part of my day that I own. No one is demanding things from me, no one needs me to do anything. It’s an encapsulated part of my day in which I can shed off all of the day’s responsibilities and demands. Communication is key. To making mistakes.
I think black leather jackets are just way too ubiquitous. And not in a good way.
Thanks to So You Think You Can Dance, I don’t think I can ever watch dance without hearing my inner Nigel Lythgoe. Thank god I don’t have an inner Mary Murphy. Or else I would have to kill myself.
An early sign of neuroticism.
I used to be scared that, if someone pushed me too hard on the swing, I would swing over the bar, fall, and hit my head on the railing. Not exactly over it, really.
One good thing about assignments
They’re a reason to stay in and be my anti-social self. Yes, I realize that sounds sad, but everytime I step out into the real world, trouble always seems to ensue (Self Pity Alert!!!). Ah, life.
I need sugar. Someone feed me cake, NOW.
Felling very very low. Not to mention sick and bored. Blargh. Damn you, mood!!
Put the cap on my USB! I don’t want it to get any viruses.– Friend who thinks that USB’s get viruses from air. Y’know like humans.
Hello, drama we meet again. I thought I lost you, sometime around last semester, but it seems you are inevitable. I HATE YOU PLEASE GO AWAY NOW.
Jesus was persecuted, and I’m going to get persecuted, ya know?– Heidi Montag, explaining her feud with Lauren Conrad