I should probably think about making dinner soon
I’m really annoyed about a bunch of things having to do with my summer job, and it’s just making me bad at everything
I should probably think about making dinner soon
I’m really annoyed about a bunch of things having to do with my summer job, and it’s just making me bad at everything
why do i still have to go to school i thought slavery was abolished in 1865
that’s an interesting fact, where’d you learn that?
I mean, until the three jobs I’m doing and the orchestra I’m playing in take over all my time, anyway.
Real question: how rude is it to, in the absence of tupperware, effectively steal a bowl to keep my extra rice in? Like…will anyone miss it?
Also, people in happy relationships make me want to die.
Of all the people I could’ve lived with this summer, I have apparently chosen the ones who don’t notice or care when I am frying garlic in the kitchen. Crazy people.
Update: one of the other people living here this summer actually knows I’m here. The other one came back last night while I was still awake, but I was washing my face when he walked by so I kind of just ignored him and I’m not sure whether he realizes that I exist.
Okay, for real, though: how do I meet boys?
I swear to god, if every single other person living here this summer is in a relationship…#foreveralone
The Snowden thing is starting to bug me because people are like, “We need to pardon him because what he did was for the greater good.”
Like, as much as it annoys me, our legal system is not strictly Utilitarian, so…no, we don’t need to pardon him because of that.
I used the Urban Outfitters gift card my boss got me for Christmas plus <$10 of my own money to buy the same shirt in two different colors.
I just walk into that store and am struck immediately by a total inability to imagine myself in most of the clothes and then immediately after that by a wave of disgust at the difference between the selling prices and what everything is actually worth.
Mreh.
Awkwardly moving into my sublet while no one else is here…I feel kind of sketchy right now.
It is really easy to justify the appearance of overpacking when I take into account the fact that I bring running clothes and at least one instrument with me (often two instruments) almost every time I go anywhere.
Like, that effectively adds three bags to my stuff, so if you take all of that away, I’m much better at packing.
Well, I might have woken up absurdly early to get to Boston an hour earlier than I actually had to this morning, BUT when I went to Starbucks to use my 50% off any espresso drink offer, the barista gave me the 50% off without entering the offer code, which means I can re-use it on whatever coffee I get before the church service I have to play tomorrow! (Also, he did this intentionally for reasons I still don’t totally understand—I’m now imagining him as some rebel barista who knows how overpriced all Starbucks drinks are and just spends his time trying to figure out how to help customers spend less on their coffee.)