May 31st, 2011
These are things that I learned in my absence from tumblr:
- Getting sick the last week of the semester is akin to being in hell.
- You can still earn a 4.0 gpa while in hell.
- You don’t realize how much of a support a site (tumblr) is until you aren’t utilizing it.
- You don’t realize how much people who you’ve never met in person mean to you until you stop connecting with them (on tumblr).
- They now make these gi-normous marshmallows that are amazing for roasting over the fire.
- Netflix rocks.
- The thought of being homeless is better than being emotionally abused.
- Going back to blond was a mistake, therefore I will soon be brunette again.
- Dogs with gas don’t belong in a little tiny house.
- People off their meds are very dangerous to your mental health.
- Boys Don’t Cry was a great movie.
- Even if you feel your mom doesn’t care sometimes, she really does.
- Ticks are gross.
- Pain killers don’t always kill the pain.
- Herbs really can be nice.
- Always keep money put away that nobody knows about.
- Patience is awesome to have, but at some point enough is enough.
- It’s way too hot too early this year.
- I need a new bikini.
- 7-Layer Mexican Dip is so easy to make and a huge hit at BBQs.
April 29th, 2011
April 26th, 2011
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.
There are three kinds of book owners. The first has all the standard sets and best sellers—unread, untouched. (This deluded individual owns woodpulp and ink, not books.) The second has a great many books—a few of them read through, most of them dipped into, but all of them as clean and shiny as the day they were bought. (This person would probably like to make books his own, but is restrained by a false respect for their physical appearance.) The third has a few books or many—every one of them dogeared and dilapidated, shaken and loosened by continual use, marked and scribbled from front to back. (This man owns books.)
~ Mortimer J. Adler