Everybody Wang Chung tonight!

If you are printing off over a thousand pages of Public Policy reading (you are NOT going to read all that shit) on the ENGINEERING printer (meant for engineering business only, this is important because printing is not free otherwise) and not even be arsed to stick around for it to print, meaning I, the person behind you who wants to print one page, have to reload the paper twice and sit around for ten minutes, I will cancel all your print jobs.

And I’m pretty sure you only know there’s free printing there because I told you in our creative writing class two years ago.

liamdryden:

tearsofrassilon:

derych:

owlssayhooot:

what about

I set my virginity free like a bird on a wing

I released my virginity into the wild

I SHOT MY VIRGINITY THROUGH SPACE AND IT IS NOW A STAR IN THE SKY

I think that sounds much more positive

virginity is a leaf on the wind. WATCH HOW IT SOARS.

My virginity is gone. Get over it.

My virginity is as free as America.

(Source: callmekitto, via kimberleycommonname)

kimberleycommonname replied to your post: So, yesterday sucked

Running always helps when I’m stressed out too. Plus, I can run way fucking longer and it feels really fucking good too. Yay endorphins!

Oh no, it’s not going to be as good when I’m not stressed?

for a number of reasons, and I was hoping to go to sleep and wake up feeling refreshed and ready for a new day. Instead, I had 2 nightmares. So today, I was so stressed that I went for a run.

This is really strange, because for the last 20 years, I’ve hated running with every fiber of my being. But I didn’t know what to do, and the alternative was sitting in my room alone and sleeping too much, something I’ve done way too much of, so I went for a run, and… it was nice. Like, of a repeatable quality. I would do it again. I might. It was cold outside, and yet I was bundled up and warm from activity, and… I don’t know, it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. And now I have returned to my dorm, and my stress level, while not zero, is significantly depleted, at least to the point where I’ll be able to get something done.

The fact that my stress has levels of making me not be able to do anything makes me feel like a Sims character. But, runners amongst my followers: I understand now.

edit: I just went to Google Maps to see how far I traveled amidst the walking and running, and whoa, it was over 2 miles!

kimberleycommonname replied to your post: Kind of hilarious solution:

did it work?

…Maybe.

downloaded Tumblr Savior and blacklisted the word ‘reblogged’

there’s like a 3 hour session on dealing with every disaster you can possibly think of.

and then something happens that you would never have expected. fuck fuck fuck.