Whiny rant time. Honestly, don’t read unless you really feel like listening to whining.
Hello, Tumblr.
It has been awhile, and the only reason I’m writing now is because I feel like talking about stuff, and this seems like a good place to type out my angst.
Few reasons why I’m upset:
1. I didn’t get into the apartments. A lot of people had this problem, and really, it’s partially my own fault for being fickle and lame about my living situation, but it still hacks me off that I’m going to be a senior and have to figure something else out as far as living goes.
2. I don’t feel like I want to be a teacher right now. This is probably because I’m feeling like “eh” today, but I feel like I won’t be very good.
3. I’m hormonal. Blargh, fear my womanhood and all of its angsty, whining anti-glory.
4. I feel like I’m immature and young and incapable of making a valuable contribution to society.
So there you go. I’m sorry if I pooped on your dashboard with my angst. Next post will be happier.
Bye.
A seal helping a helpless turtle get back into the water.
HAI FREND! I HALP! ORF ORF ORF!
SWEET MOTHER. I CAN’T HANDLE THE CUTEOCALYPSE.
#and them the reavers all died #and everyone lived happilly ever after #Yep #that’s what happened!
They drank hot chocolate and weaved crowns made of daisies and frolicked through sunny green fields together, laughing all the way
And nothing was ever wrong again and they had babies and named one after a dinosaur. That’s all. :)
Good quote.
“Never judge a philosophy by its abuse.” -St. Augustine
Very Potter Musical
Watching it for the first time…favorite line, right here:
Goyle: “That sucked royal HIPPOGRIFF. WE GOT BEAT BY A GIRL!!!!”
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA.
Breathing.
I never really appreciated how wonderful it is to be able to take a deep breath until asthma made that difficult. Praise the Lord for inhalers and doctors. Everyday things are lovely, and I am determined to find the beauty among the supposedly ordinary more often.
UM. WATCH THIS CHILD. HOW IN THE SWEET NAME OF EVERYTHING IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE!??!??!
“soft dalek, warm dalek
little ball of hate
happy dalek, sleepy dalek
EX-TER-MI-NATE”
Um. Yes. :)
That freakin’ hilarious moment when…
your sixty-something teacher is discussing how to teach biology systems and says, “Now I’m going to teach you about living orgasms” without catching her mistake. HAHAHA. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA. :)
Try to hold in your laughter when that happens. I dare you. :)
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