I got a friend request from the random-roommate who will be moving into my apartment next year
I looked at her profile briefly, realized “Oh dear god, she’s in a sorority. Please don’t let her be one of those girls”
This morning, I went back to her profile to check her out more thoroughly, and I saw from her wall-to-wall she had a tumblr, but she didn’t have it linked.
Within 10 minutes I’d found her tumblr.
This will be very useful in the future, I am sure.
Turn me on, take me for a hard ride Burn me out, leave me on the otherside
This is one of my all-time favourite videos. It’s directed by the husband & wife team Jonathan Dayton & Valerie Faris who also directed Little Miss Sunshine & some fantastic videos in the 90s, including Smashing Pumpkin’s 1979, which is another favourite.
I swear, I’ve had to type the phrase “taking a nap” so many times tonight, it gotten to the point where every time I type it I can’t help but think about all the things that “taking a nap” could be a euphemism for.
"I’ve tried not to take a nap, but I feel like the whole time I’m working, if I don’t take a nap, all do is I think about taking a nap"
My best friend went to Scotland over Spring Break, and I lent her a couple of tops for the trip. She got back last night & gave them back to me…and I just now realized that this means my clothes have been to Europe, and I still haven’t.
“Pro-life conservatives are obsessed with the fetus from conception to nine months. After that, they don’t want to know about you. They don’t want to hear from you. No nothing. No neonatal care, no day care, no head start, no school lunch, no food stamps, no welfare, no nothing. If you’re preborn, you’re fine; if you’re preschool, you’re fucked. Conservatives don’t give a shit about you until you reach ‘military age’. Then they think you are just fine. Just what they’ve been looking for. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. Pro-life… pro-life… These people aren’t pro-life, they’re killing doctors! What kind of pro-life is that? What, they’ll do anything they can to save a fetus but if it grows up to be a doctor they just might have to kill it? They’re not pro-life. You know what they are? They’re anti-woman. Simple as it gets, anti-woman. They don’t like them. They don’t like women.”—
“Everyone else is growing and changing all the time, and that’s not really my jam. I’m more of a fast-blinking, stoic, removed, uncomfortably self-aware type. Like Data. Or Johnny Five, or Mork, or HAL, or KITT, or K-9, or Woodstock and / or Snoopy — of course Spock, probably goes without saying.”—ABED, Community (via inothernews)
These two hours are my least favorite part of the day
When I’m at home on break & I can’t sleep, 5-7 am is the worst time. This is the time after my parents/brother wake up, but before they’ve all left for work.
I can’t go to sleep because I’m a crazy nocturnal insomniac, but I can’t leave my room because then my family will be like “What the hell are you still doing awake? Stop wasting your life on the internet & go to bed already!”
Already tried. Failed. Got bored. Got back online.
But now I have to pee & I feel like I’m trapped in my room for the next 90 minutes.
No character has EVER had my birthday before, characters have come close; Harry is 2 days after, Neville is only one. But no one has ever had the same (The only decent celebrity I share a birthday with is Wil Wheaton, which never ceases to amuse me), and I’ve never met another person IRL who has my birthday, but here I am, catching up on Being Human, and John “I’ve killed more people than you’ve met” Mitchell was born on July 29th, 1893! That’s so exciting to me, and I don’t really know why.
SONNET 130 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Audio by Alan Rickman)
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
I have way too much fun with the advanced privacy settings on Facebook
I have a friends list with all of my online friends called “Internets,” and I changed my “interested in” on facebook, but made it so that only the Internets friend list can see it. That’s also the only list that can see my skype username & whatnot.
Wow, and this is a rather specific title, too! o.o
Well I was going to type something more along the lines of “Its 4:15 am and I’m switching tabs between Megavideo, tumblr, and actual homework. Why the hell am I even still awake?” But then that popped up, and I decided “Meh, that’s accurate too. Lets just go with that.”
I seem to be on this weird “Young Robert Sean Leonard and Christian Bale in Early 90’s-ish Period Movies” kick.
So far, since like…Wednesday I’ve watched:
Dead Poet’s Society
Much Ado About Nothing
I still have to watch Blood Drips Heavily of Newsies Square (I WILL find this online somewhere)
Any suggestions as to how I may continue this weird marathon?
[Also: I typed the word “its” into the title box, and it autocompleted the title. That’s probably not the greatest sign]
Finished putting my EP of the Month CDs on my computer, so now I have all the albums from The Remus Lupins. Let me know if you want a specific song.
Oh god, this song. THIS. SONG. I was about to say that there was a point in time where I knew the lyrics to this entire song, but seeing as I just sung along to the whole thing verbatim, apparently I still do!