Went to Einstein’s with a free bagel coupon. Ended up paying for bagel dogs. Such is life.
Over 44 million views. A new low for the world.
I’m so fucked.
WHAT THE FUCK ORGO. WHAT THE FUCK. YOUR PRACTICE MIDTERMS ARE NOT OVER WHAT WE COVERED IN CLASS, THE BOOK, OR OUR PREVIOUS QUIZZES.
…..I’m going to go die in a hole now.
ME TOO
“woke up today it was another lovely day”
I’ve watched this video 30 times in the past 24 hours.
You know what else is really sad?
When you logon to facebook to procrastinate or to rest your brain. And there is absolutely NO activity. NONE. I mean, the last thing to happen was 30 minutes ago. ON LIVE FEED. you start to freak out because you think fbook’s glitchin… and then you realize that its 5:30 and no one else has been up for three hours.
You know when you get a candy bar from a vending machine? - let’s say for argumentative purposes, a twix from the basement of shepard - and you’re super excited as you’re putting in yo dollar. You press the buttons with anticipation. You see the metal coil start to turn, and for a split second you panic that it will get jammed… but the moment passes! and your prize falls to the floor. You pick it up. and frolic back to the TV lounge with jubilation at the thought of yummy chocolate in your belly. the crinkling of the wrapper makes you ancy! ‘Open it!’ declares your aching stomach, ‘Not until I finish another page!’ says your brain. But of course physical demand for sustenance outweighs paper and you prepare to rip open the twix bar with such satisfaction ——- until you notice someting. on the back of twix bars are ads for other twix bars. BETTER twix bars. The twix bars of the socially elite class known as Twix PB - seeming to allude to the fact that this twix, this socially advantageous twix not found in your quaint basement, has peanut butter. All of sudden, your twix is lackluster. You realize that its a little stale. No bite is as fulfilling as the bite that could be filling your belly with peanut butter. Damn you twix packaging. Damn you. So then you get to thinking - wow i really need to try one of these twix PBs.
And then you realize - WHEN THE FUCK HAS ANYONE EVER ACTUALLY SEEN ONE OF THESE CANDY BARS?!??!?
In my mind, they only exist on the back of the wrapper.
I’m compiling a list of topics/words overused in college
NPR
The book Freakonomics
Comparative Amounts of Sleep
Leggings
… I thought I could find the list I was making in bioethics, but I cannot. So I shall continue this post later.
Why is it that whenever I plan to have fun and be social I always end up sitting by myself?
Bathroom Woes
Already I have seen some low sights in the bathroom.
1. Day 3 - Plastic Bag of Death has been placed over the far sink.
2. Unused (yet opened) pad on the floor of the middle stall.
3. Pubes on seat of first stall.
4. Shit fermenting in the third shall.
And this one makes no sense.
5. Tampon wrapper (yes, wrapper) floating in the middle stall.
WHAT THE FUCK NEW FRESHMEN?
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