Hey, can anyone guess what's worse than 5:00am?
I’ll give you a hint. It’s 4:30am. FUCK RIGHT OFF TODAY!
Things I miss most about Canada
In order of intensity: Sleeping in past 5:00am The Roomie My little brother and mom My other brother and dad Tim Hortons Coffee My books and dvds (Yeah what up stupid attachment to material things) The cool ex-military friend My roommates who aren’t The Roomie. Talking with people who don’t think I’m the stupid Canadian Walking on my university’s campus Transit...
I made the fucking most of Memorial Day long weekend. I dyed my hair dark enough brown that it may as well just be called black. (Cause who goes lighter in the summer anymore? Highlights are not for me) I had lunch at a historic inn and put a down payment on my townhouse (Literally the oldest inn in the country. I had a sandwich which was delicious) I bought some good work stuff and BRIGHT RED...
voldys-gonemoldy: Skinny Love vs. Bonfire Bon...
On an unrelated yet semi-related note:
I GET TO SEE MY ROOMMATES AND THE ROOMIE NEXT WEEK! SAINTS BE PRAISED!
To the people in my life who know me, I do not deal well with sudden abrupt changes in the planned schedule. Those who are close with me in the real world know how hard it is for me to accept any deviance from the established order and set pace of things. I can plan things weeks in advance, or come up with new things on short notice, but when I have a set plan and it gets thrown off or changed...
Cause J was supposed to sleepover last night. And instead, his partner got hurt on the last call of the day and his company decided “hey, let’s just turn this 12 hour shift into a 48 hour one, since you’re already gonna be working all day for us tomorrow.” Cause in paramedic land, it’s legal to allow someone to work for 48 straight hours. I am a very cranky person...
When you spend two weeks unable to stay asleep...
Every 5:30am morning feels like a car accident. All I want to do right now is to lay somewhere quiet and die peacefully. The thought of going into work today, when I fully know that I’m quitting this job and have a position at the bank, is making me want to cry. I hate spending my entire day lying to people. Which is actually the fundamental job itself. But now on top of calling strangers...
I got the bank job. I had an amazing interview with a major investment firm. I got confirmation on my townhouse on the shore. I started to slip from having a crush into really enjoying this guy. Today was a good day.
Retroactive massive congratulations to this girl on her MASTERS DEGREE!
I wonder what it feels like to be skinny, and...
thinspocean: Welp this. Shut up. But actually, shut up. Start liking yourself, stop relying on other people for validation on how good you look, and stop using your appearance as a measure of self worth. Just stop it.
Update on my life.
So. Things are still moving right along. I think I’m getting a townhouse with two other girls in Quincy right on the shore. I can see Boston from the balcony, and am in love with the place. So hopefully all our credit checks go through and then I can figure that shit out. The guy (henceforth J the Paramedic) is becoming a staple. I think mainly because he’s amazingly fun to be...
On Being 23
fuckityfrack: cuuunts: l-brick: stupid and wrong and confused and selfish and dependent and demanding and awful Oh goody. oh so true Read as: my current life.
I know I’m not alone in this, but I always feel a sense of discomfort when I like a negative post. What I’m trying to say is “I feel your pain. I’m right there in spirit. Please accept my hug from afar” And my concern is that it comes off as “I am gleeful at your misfortune.”
I do this thing
In which I second guess everything in my life whenever things start to go well and I just doubt everything and everyone until something goes wrong. At which point I’m relieved in a weird way, because it makes more sense to me that humans are supposed to be disappointed. Like, how many people actually get exactly what they want out of life?
So this whole moving thing is going really well
I have a job, and an interview for a better job tomorrow. I got a new phone this week, and my laptop is dying, but whatever. I had two dates this week with a guy who I now have a huge crush on. And I apparently have a type, cause he’s a cute paramedic who seems unreasonably cool. He took me to see the avengers and eat pad thai and drive to the ocean. And there was totally some kissing on...
EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND GO LOOK AT...
http://www.vice.com/read/famous-authors-thoughts-while-being-photographed?utm_source=vicetumblr A sampling: Chuck Palahniuk ::sound of sink’s garbage disposal cutting something chunky up:: ::sound of something squirting through a hole too small for it to fit:: ::sound of thick dudes with their shirts off punching each other in the chest on a long grassy field outside a college dormitory::...
i shall now proceed to clean my apartment while...
thetessellations: carry on. Hero
This just goes to show you. I accepted a job offer literally yesterday morning, and now a Bank wants to set up an interview with me… I just don’t even know what to say about life right now. I have a date today to get thai food. I would ask you to wish me luck, but I feel like if the windfall of good fortune keeps up, it’s gonna go alright.
elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo: What grades... →
thetessellations: Your ability to memorize mostly useless things Your ability to regurgitate information in the way others want you to Your ability to understand what adults want from you and give it to them Your tolerance for working on tasks you don’t find useful because others want you to do them or believe them to be helpful/socially acceptable What grades do NOT determine: Your...