November 2011
One of my favorite things about winter, and the first big snow in particular, is the way the soft orangey light from the streetlights reflects off of the snow and the clouds to light up rooms enough to see clearly even with all of the lights off.
Seriously this is one of the great mysteries of my world. If anyone can help, it would be you, tumblrites
MY MOM JUST FOUND OUT (via her alumni magazine) THAT SHE WENT TO COLLEGE WITH MICHELLE BACHMANN. WHAT?
An 18-year-old is dead after he reportedly took his own life outside Mission Friday night.
Family of Joaquin Luna told Action 4 News the teen left behind suicide letters explaining he took his own life, because he was an illegal immigrant and would never be able to attend college because of it.
mmmmuuuuuuurrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRR? First anonymous pledge of adoration! It’s a tumblr milestone!
You hear, and then see, a (homeless? entrepreneurial? freegan?) man going through YOUR trashbag that you threw away about an hour ago because your window is two floors above and about five feet behind the dumpster for your dorm and you had been waiting for there to be no one in the back parking lot before you launched it out of your window into the open bin below for like two days because the hipsters always smoke back there and you don’t want too many people to be aware of your sweet rubbish-tossing situation.
For one of our last assignments, I have to record a brief (5 minutes or so) conversation (Or rather, my response to videorecorded questions asked by my profe). Recently, while stressing the importance of practicing with the recording system she’s using, she announced that we will be watching these recordings IN CLASS the last week of school. An assignment which I previously considered to be boring and rather unrelated to the topic of the class (Latinamerican and Hispanoamerican Literature) has basically been turned into an open invitation to be as ridiculous as possible. You guys, how can I make sure my video is THE BEST? FYI There’s no opportunity for i-movie style editing.
YOU GUISE I GOT MY FIRST BLOG SPAM! Is this the beginning of TumblrFame?
From McSweeney’s:
She exposed me to excessive ultraviolet radiation, which gave me terrible cataracts.
She removed all traces of vitamin A from my diet.
She launched well-targeted projectiles at my eyes, causing severe trauma.
She poisoned me repeatedly with steroids, which over time caused the formation of a pituitary tumor that pressed against my optic chiasm severing my optic-nerve pathways.
She replaced my contact-lens solution with corrosive acid.
She unleashed upon me lab rats trained to preferentially eat eyes.
She, my ophthalmologist, botched my Lasik surgery.
She exacerbated my diabetes by replacing my insulin with Frappuccino, which led to retinal problems.
She put me under general anesthesia and surgically removed my eyes.
She altered my parents’ germ-cell chromosomes before my conception so that I lack the proper genetic code to distinguish the colors red and green.
She calibrated a refraction experiment with her laser pointer that scorched my retinas.
I would say this weighs HEAVILY on country/region of origin.
I beat the Elite 4 + Lance in Pokemon Silver for the first time EVER today, after installing an Emulator about a week ago. Atleast I accomplished something, today, right?
My team: L46 Meganium, L49 Quagsire, L44 Dragonair, L47 Xatu, L45 Persian and L50 Ampharos
Currently having some major problems with my departmental office and university payroll, which right now seem to be leading to a loss of $110, approximately half of what I should have been paid so far this year (If you don’t count no-show appointments and late cancelations)
The Department of Romance and Classical Studies is sure living up to its name:
The financial situation of Greece, Spanish efficiency, and a French attitude.
My mother is currently at work conference in Key West. I want to talk to her today, but figure she’s very likely in a meeting right now. So, I decide to send her text. This is what it initially read :
Call me sometime today when you’re not busty.
THANK GOD I managed to notice before I sent that one. Yikes.