I'm so very very fucked
So, I took a one hour credit course, which meets twice: once at the beginning of the semester, and once at the end. And then I got a job, and started picking up any work shift that I could take that didn’t conflict with my class schedule. And now, I have to either call in sick to work for a single shift at the beginning of the week, which would be highly suspect. Or I skip the concluding...
I think I may have a moral dilemma.
So, way back in the time of roommate one…my roomie insisted on hanging shit up in the room to make it look cool. As if black and white photograph prints automatically make a room more awesome. In the process of doing this, a chunk of the wall paint got taken out by a hanging strip. And now, she’s asking me to call up the front office and claim I was there when it happened and pay up...
Because of my educational psych class, I’m worrying about how well I’ll teach. I’m not even supposed to apply to the school of education yet.
Freak out mode has initiated.
I've decided that eighteenth century text has a...
Seriously, I swear that it does. Read this in your head: “gratify your curiofity”. It’s weird to be reading along and imagine that everything is said with a lisp. But I will finish this project.
I need to get a second summer job.
Because five hours of work a week won’t pay the rent. I can pay up until the end of June with what I have but the rest of summer is another story to the tune of $470. I literally stared at the schedule in shock for a good minute or two. What on earth was Julie thinking?
"I reached a hundred followers, so I feel like I...
someone said this on a video…hahahahahah no I get that for some people, their number of followers lets then know that people are looking, listening, that they care. but really? I have never become legit by this individual’s standards. why does the number of followers matter that much anyway? I think I’ve been hovering around 90 for the past six months. sometimes 89,...
Anonymous asked: You're cool
I just thought I'd pop in for my weekly moment of...
I signed up for four work shifts so that I could get a little bit of extra money (on top of my own hours and schoolwork) I’m freaking out about failing (honestly, at this point it’s a bit late for that sort of shit) I’m contemplating getting my hair cut entirely too short (because my hair’s touching the back of my neck)
My former soccer coach was arrested on molestation charges….holy fuck.
bonus round unlocked
You have reached that special level of tired. The one where it feels like all of your organs are failing and you’re going to die twitching blood. tch-tch-tch But of course your extremities feel like they’re floating about and the internal thermostat is busted. How the hell did you make it to six oh five with someone’s desperation clinging to you like lichen and the stupidity...
some asshole brought food into the library. and now I’m hungry.
Roger Priest and Jeff Sharlet are kickass. I know, I know, I’m like forty years late to the party.
If American GIs pitched a fit over going to Vietnam, how the hell did the British Empire keep its military men in check? Both societies had pervasive amounts of public shame associated with ducking out of service…
I bought myself a book for my birthday.
bad Sarah, you ought to know better.
fuckfuckfuck it hurts