OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.
Maddie and I just watched this and I haven’t laughed this hard in a long, long time.
(Source: kumkardashian)
I’m feeling pretty sad tonight and I want to watch Hey Arnold but I’m afraid it will make me have even more feelings. I’m just going to put this here instead.
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Find people that make you feel felt.
Dr. John Thuerer
I have internet, a cozy-Saturday-sweater, Mexican coffee, and a cat on my lap. It’s gonna be a good day.
(It was not a good day.)
This is exactly how I feel about those posts.
(Reddit)
Right now I’m feelin’ like a dick
because the Chinese foreign exchange student giving a presentation in class went 15 minutes over her allotted time, making me late to my tutoring session. I get it. Girl has a hard time speaking English, and she was doing a damn good job talking in front of a group, but I tutor in the Academic Support Center as a job and I need to leave. There are, like, people who need me to teach them and stuff. She still wasn’t finished talking when I abruptly left class (like an asshole in front of everybody; I also made a scene by spilling some coffee and mouthing the words “I’M SO SORRY” over and over again in her general direction) to hoof it across campus to my session. You know that feeling when you have to pee like a pregnant diabetic racehorse in the middle of class during lecture and you get up and everybody senses a change in the room and they identify you as the source and their eyes follow you until you leave and then you make an even bigger fuss when you reenter the room because this time you have to shut the door and oh my god social anxieties? It was like that, but worse, because you just don’t get up in the middle of the exchange student’s presentation, even if your bladder is about to rupture. She doesn’t even speak English! She’s doing this in another language! Can you comprehend how much more work she had to do to put this shit together? And then speak in front of an audience? You should be ashamed of yourself. You just don’t leave during the ESL student’s presentation. Them’s the rules. And I was that dick.
So I run across our swampy, rain-soaked campus and up an outlandishly large flight of stairs to the ASC. I’m 10 minutes late. Nobody’s there. I checked my email. The student I was supposed to tutor has sent me a message at the last minute saying he isn’t coming in until 3pm. I’m stuck here on-call until then. No food for me. It’s been a really good day, I know.
All of this is fine. It’s fine. Until just now when I got a message from my roommate, who is in the same class as me. The rambling student ensured that my roommate was late to arrive home so we could finally have internet installed. She missed the magic-internet-man by one minute. One fucking minute. It’s going to be another week before we have internet at the house.
No Netflix? I have to re-watch season 1 of Heroes again because it’s the only show I have on my laptop? I can’t finish my Psychology presentation on time? I’m hungry? I guess I’ll have to become a racist and blame all Chinese people for my strife.
Thanks for nothing, China!
We need more airships…
Living on my own has taught me two things:
-I never fully appreciated constant access to a washer and dryer. Now I don’t have either, and I’m getting more creative with my outfits than I thought was possible.
-I am really bad at Hearts. Since we don’t have interbutts, when my roommates are gone the only thing I have to do is watch movies and play Hearts. I haven’t won a single game.
This is the life, man. This is the life.
