Until I know how to fix me, I at least know what helps.
My Roommates movin out today
But in 4 days, another one is moving in. *heavy sigh* She’s going to get rude Jazmyn, my capacity for “compensation” (i.e my making all the concessions) has run out and with not be repleted. Nah son. Nah. Maybe she’ll be flexible, for her own sake.
Staring at my peeps every time we open our mouths...
Like my ma says, “If you need something, open your mouth and ask for it.” But we’re in a public space so if you’re feelin froggy, there is ample space to jump. I’m not for passive aggression today. I’m waiting from someone to step just a touch out of line. At least she’s not as bad as the girl last night who wanted us to be quiet while she played...
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setfabulazerstomaximumcaptain: thorinmyside: theslavbarbarian: stufftheysaytodepressedpeople: brasslips: idk, I think 90% of people wouldn’t need antidepressants/antipsychotics, etc. if they just stopped, breathed, and reevaluated their life I got over all that shit…… Fuck the OP hard.
Three more days
If I did college over again I’d do wildlife management and be a park ranger, or do zoology and be a zookeeper. I’d suck it up and do it. Maybe i *will* get certified for conservation corps still…
Title:Parable of the Sower Author:Octavia Butler Opinon: Very good, very rooted(?) book. It was written in diary entries of Lauren Olamina, an 18 year old girl in the midst of an apocalypse basically. So it’s not quite post apocalyptic, but it’s in the frightening stages before that. We’re seeing a country, slowly, fall to greed, corruption, and drugs. Lauren herself is a...
God is Trickster, Teacher, Chaos, Clay.– Octavia Butler, “Parable of the Sower”
spanish and italian: So THESE words are feminine and THESE words are masculine, and you ALWAYS put an adjective AFTER the noun.
french: haha i dont fuckin know man just do whatever
german: LET'S ADD A NEUTRAL NOUN HAHA
english: *shooting up in the bathroom*
gaelic: the pronounciation changes depending on the gender and what letter the word starts and ends with and hahah i dont even know good fucking luck
polish: here have all of these consonants have fun
japanese: subject article noun article verb. too bad there's three fucking alphabets lmao hope your first language isn't western
welsh: sneeze, and chances are you've got it right. idfk
chinese: here's a picture. draw it. it means something. it can be pronounced three different ways. these twenty other pictures are pronounced the same but have very different meanings. godspeed.
Arabic: so here's this one word. it actually translates to three words. also pronouns don't really exist. the gender is all in the verb. have fun!
Latin: here memorize 500 charts and then you still dont know what the fuck is happening
Sign Language: If you move this sign by a tenth of an inch, you'll be signing "penis"
mybeautifulmultitudes: dripping-adorableness: fuckyeahfamousblackgirls: Actress Regina Hall messes around with her “Think Like A Man” male co-stars FOREVER FUNNY. omfg lol
Hair too thick too curly too tangly too much. Where are the scissors so I may snip snip. I can do long natural hair like, later. Gimme the damn scissors.
How do Fortune 500 companies pay zero in taxes while college loans go up to 6...– Elizabeth Warren, speaking at a town hall in Massachusetts (via newshook) Art thou fucking kidding me? Fuck this shit man.
If we were made in his image then call us by our names. Most intellects do not...– Erykah Badu, ‘On and On’
Starting to think more about science fiction. Maybe cuz of all my immersion in le AFRO FUTURISM HAYY (how I’ll be wording that from now on). Also thinking about rebuilding and rebirth. And cool outfits. Have yet to write anything in the vein of le AFRO FUTURISM HAYY, but I’m developing tasty goodness. Waiting for school to let up so I can jump in (preferably after work as I want...
To be or not to be? Bitch I might be– William Shakespeare (via coffeeurlgirl) JACKY
Not only do I have to deal with school, work, and everything else that comes with residential campus living in the middle of nowhere, now I gotta be afraid of white supremacist in the midst? Is this the black privilege that blog was talking about?
lovelettersfrommaya: somethingclever219: regardsbree: seeinggsounds: officialasshole: the same white people that make fried chicken jokes about black people are the same white people that season their food with imagination. you mad at me cuz your shit tastes like air and broken promises omg The fucking bolded. I CANNOT. STAHHHPPPP!!!
My (white) professor got pissy because instead of racism I said “western racism” in my Orientalism thesis. His reasoning? “Other places are racist as well, it’s not just a western thing.” I wrote western racism because I’m talking about the west’s racism towards Asia. I mean, that *is* a thing. I’m not pulling it out my ass. That was the only thing...
Now I can get through these last three-ish weeks, knowing that a single is waiting for me in the fall. Praise Black Jesus.
For some reason thinking about prom…if I could do it over again I’d wear that same dress. different hair, but same dress. Better makeup, prolly. Funny thing is, I didn’t like that dress when my mom suggested it. It’s hilarious how she knew where my style was going to go three years before I did. Because now I’m in love with that dress.
Not only is this girl asking me to turn off my alarm (which is reasonable but I hate when she asks me to do anything because she once asked me to shut up…and I wasn’t even making noise) I go to the kitchen to make my ramen and who do I find but Weird Ghanean Dude cookin up chicken. I am currently braless (because my dorm is largely white/freshman/unnatractive so yolo) and in need of...
bad-dominicana: anxiety is horrible. why do i have to feel pangs of impending doom when i am going to initiate any fuckin thing at all. it can be simple or complex or inbetween, but the point is, i am gonna fret, and its gonna make me freeze up and waste time procrastinating just to escape the panicked feeling. Basically. :/
Dining Dollars about to run out. Time to go stock up on ramen noodle cups. *sigh* 6.5 weeks. At least I’ll be getting paid.