“The worst stuff that you say sounds better than the best stuff that some other people say.”
- Adopting this as my new mantra, bye.
I WROTE THIS DOWN LAST NIGHT WHEN I WATCHED IT BECAUSE GPOY DURING A SELF-PEP TALK IF THERE’S EVER BEEN ONE.
I feel like this is the pep talk of the other people she’s referencing whose best stuff is worse than her worst. I would never say this to myself. I don’t do pep talks in general, but if I did consciously try to pump myself up, I’d say “Girl, try not to be a dumbass”. You know what inflating yourself gets you? Room to get deflated when you go out in the world and get stuck with the pin that is reality. The reality is that the worst thing you say is probably pretty bad, and is going to look or sound stupid on it’s own unless you hire someone who constantly spouts stupid shit to follow you around and take the spotlight off your own errors.
Bottom line. This line is dumb. Try not to say stupid shit and if you do put your foot in your mouth, try to accurately gauge whether the situation calls for you to laugh it off or apologize and act accordingly.
A kid smeared his feces across the wall in the classroom bathroom today. Poop on the seat, poop on the wall. Kid had no shame when he walked out.
I don’t know what’s worse, that he did that or that the girl who found it perched herself on the (questionably) clean side of the seat to pee before coming out to tell me.
I said “Oh, sweetheart, you could have used the hall bathroom.”
Then I went and looked at the damage, and I died a little.
It was third grade. Ain’t no reason for a 8/9 year old to be smearing their shit on the wall. Kid was not mentally slow.
Things that are cool and make me happy the internet is a thing that shows you other things you’d never see without it.
Dickinson and Hemingway.
Every time I ask my professors to send another recommendation letter for me, I get incredibly anxious that they’re going to scold me via e-mail for being a disorganized mess.
I graduated a year ago and have been applying to MFA programs here and there since September 2010. There is only one reason that I’ve just e-mailed my professors for another round of recommendations.
And it’s because I’m an idiot who couldn’t manage to thoroughly research available programs. I’m irritated with me.
On the upside, one of my professors already got back to me. She’s not irritated that I need another recommendation, she’s pleased to help. So. Clearly I worry for nothing. All the time. About everything.
I am dieing of cute.
— But there’s only one God, Ma’am, and I don’t think he wears crocs like that.
Jesus would wear crocs if He were around today. You know why? Because He knows comfort comes before style. Boom! His crocs might even be pink like mine, because they’re fun, and also because Pepto Bismol is an important product people must be reminded of. By my choice of footwear. Obviously. Plus also you can eat them or something. Crocs: footwear for those who fear starvation in the oft-predicted Apocalypse.
(Source: clifftullis)
I’ve known about this song for like, two weeks, because I kept seeing it all over peoples blogs and facebooks and I didn’t listen to it because, you know, I never do when i see a song that much. Then I heard it on the radio and dug it hardcore before realizing it was that song I’ve been sort of apathetically ignoring. I realized I loved it yesterday and today I realized it needs to go on my list of songs not to listen to for now because it makes me want to die, and not really in a therapeutic way at all.
You got me, Gotye (SEE WHAT I DID THERE).
Honest Trailers: Twilight
Hate Twilight? Good. THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING YOU WILL EVER SEE, THEN.
“And more stares.”
#it’sfunnybecause it’strue
(via cocolleen)
kagurazakaundergroundresistance:
(via kanal)
Hey Robert, have you ever seen anything cuter than this kid? I didn’t think so!
