Looking for a job is scary :(
sometimes I think of multiple-digit numbers as “words” because that is all I know
like I just looked at my computer’s calculator and laughed as I thought to myself “all that’s here is the word 1996”
I’m either turning into a computer or there’s something else seriously wrong with me
hey, some tips for anybody going into college (or who’s in college) and who’s going to have roommates that they don’t know:
- don’t use your roommate’s dishes for things other than human food
- clean up after yourself when you make a mess in common areas
- if you have to take your roommate’s clean laundry out of the dryer, put it on top of the dryer, not on the dirty floor in front of their bedroom door
- don’t let your guests use your roommate’s bathroom. Have them use yours.
- don’t invite your significant other to live out of your apartment during the last month and a half of school without asking your roommate’s permission first
- don’t put paint or glitter or glue on anything that isn’t yours
- do not
- DO NOT
not only did I leave my room earlier today to find my clean laundry piled in the hallway (only a few hours after I’d put it in the dryer, while there’s been laundry not belonging to me all over the hallway and the laundry room for well over a month), AND find my bathroom had been used yet again (and the last of my toilet paper used!), but my roommate decided that it was a good idea to put glittery paint into a glass that my sister gave me my freshman year of college that she’d also used for HER entire college career. I went into the kitchen and found glittery paint fossilized not only on the inside of the glass, but all over the outside. I tried to scrub it off for about fifteen minutes. It’s completely fucking ruined.
There was one goddamn week left of school.
a text message I just got
Friend: What would I have to do to bribe you to write a slam poem about chodes?
tries really hard to get used to tablet lmfao
I can’t make strokes as wide as I used to
screams at my hand
lmfao stares at that fuckin Saintly fic and cries because there’s a lot of subtext that nobody gets
my problem when I write is that I like to imply a lot of things that nobody could possibly understand until I explain them
wanting to draw and share pictures of characters whose designs I haven’t shared yet
Wanting to talk to people about plot points that haven’t been revealed yet
do you know what this is
this is every word of fanfiction that I wrote for Metalocalypse in a single word file
I’m really sorry I’m just too tired to do all that much about this right now
the issue is with photobucket, I only have 10 MB of bandwidth available on my account per month apparently and I didn’t know that before
I’ll need to find somewhere else to put the other images and replace the links and I just don’t have time to do that right now
luckily my bandwidth limit apparently resets tomorrow so the problem should be solved at least temporarily soon
in the meantime I’m sorry I have a lot of homework to get done tonight and I’m also really tired, I don’t know how much I’ll be able to fix tonight especially if I want to update again
it’s just been a long week, thanks for being patient with me :(
A song just started playing over the loudspeakers in the dining hall and I jumbled More than a Woman, Careless Whisper, and I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing into a single song in my mind trying to figure out what song this is (I still have no idea)
