I had to take a placement test today in order to be able to take a math class required for my bachelor’s degree…I’ve been dreading it.
It’s been four years since I took any semblance of a math class, and a test that reportedly takes about 90 minutes to complete took me nearly five hours.
I just got the results back—I needed a score of at least 45 to get into the class I need. I got a 68.
I guess I’m not such an intellectually hopeless case after all.
I still hate math.
I gotta say “The Commitments” is my favorite episode of The Golden Girls.
That ending is so lovely and romantic and UGH why doesn’t love like that exist in real life?
“I feel like a lady.”
I was walking down the street back to campus, when suddenly this random guy shouts out to me:
“You don’t have a mustache, get outta here!”
I thought he was trying to be funny or sassy or Lord-knows-what, so I glanced at him with a mix between a dirty look and plain confusion.
I was about half-way down the block when I suddenly realized he was talking about the sweater I’m wearing, which has a little French mustache on it.
I now feel like a horrible human being.
I’m not necessarily a fan of hers, but I gotta say…
You go, girl.
Sometimes I have this compelling urge to completely [figuratively] throw away the person I used to be and yet at the same time, still accept and embrace that person because she’s essentially still me.
I don’t know what to let go of and what to hold on to. I look at photos of myself from a few years ago and I look so high strung and uptight. I look raw. Maybe no one else can see it, but I’m fighting SO HARD to accept myself that I almost feel like any resemblance to the person I was before is a hindrance to my current growth.
But it’s still me, so it’s not like I can throw her away…
Such a paradox.
And does anyone know where I could sneak a view of it?
I’m still living in this weird universe where when I’m a fan of someone, I’m compelled to check out all their work/filmography/discography/everything they’ve ever done.
99 percent of the times i see a cat, i have to drop whatever the hell i’m doing and acknowledge that there’s a cat and say hi to the cat and walk up to the cat and try to pet the cat
Or make an absolute fool of myself by practically crawling on my belly on the end of the driveway of some poor stranger’s house while cooing for the cat to come here while it looks at me with a “you poor pitiful fool” look on its face.
Has anyone ever really listened to “Pennies From Heaven”? Like really listened to it?
It is seriously just the cutest song ever.
“Hey, hey, don’t worry—there’s no need to be afraid of the storm. It’s just the sun’s gone away and the sky is giving you currency to pay for it to come out again. Oh, and you’ll get flowers in the mix too, it’s all good. Rain is good!”
I swear, if I ever have kids and they’re the type to be afraid of thunderstorms, I’m seriously going to teach this song to them.
The trouble with talented OTPs is that you can’t decide whether you want to admire them or sleep with them. Or both.
I casually mentioned Tumblr on FB the other day, and I got this message from a high school ~friend shortly after:
APPARENTLY SON YOU NEVER READ THE TUMBLR HANDBOOK WHEN YOU FIRST BECAME A MEMBER BECAUSE LIKE HECK I’M GOING TO SHARE THE LINK THAT IS THE EVIDENCE TO MY FEELS/RANTINGS AND RAVINGS/EXPLOSIVE SOURCE OF MY OVARIES.
I MEAN YOU’RE NICE AND ALL BUT. NO.
Instead I coyly responded that my blog is a side of me that I don’t really like anyone else to see and I don’t share my url with anyone. Which is essentially true, but still.
Oh jeez, I just started Day 15 for the challenge.
I’m going to be not-so-vague and say that my love of the 80s may or may not be influencing this drawing.
Judy and Gene are rolling in their respective graves. I’m a terrible fan. I feel so sorry for them.
For one I’m EONS behind in my 30 Day OTP Challenge meme, and it’s been depressingly long since I’ve posted a new drawing (compared to how often I usually knock them out).
This needs to be remedied.
This weekend should do nicely.