but no, really…can i?
you know what i hate?
finals.
you know what else i hate? being called “photogenic.” it’s kind of a backhanded compliment, if you think about it—“hey, you look deceivingly good in pictures! you almost look better in pictures than you do in real life!” you KNOW that’s what you’re actually thinking when you tell someone they’re photogenic
hey, alex—you’re so photogenic! LOVE
my winter break goal:
write a song. and record it, if i’m feeling particularly zealous.
this is, of course, assuming i make it through the next few days alive. which at this point is a distinct incertainty.
“The cons [of hooking up] center on the issues of gender inequity. Girls get tired of hooking up because they want it to lead to a relationship (the guys don’t), and, as they get older, they start to realize that it’s not a good way to find a spouse. Also, there’s an increased likelihood of sexual assaults because hooking up is often fueled by alcohol.”
this article was published 3 days ago. a reminder to all that we are about to enter the year 2009, which means that the 1950s ended practically a half century ago.
what i would like to know is this: how in the HELL is it still acceptable for anyone, let alone a man, to write like this? could he at least validate his assertion that “girls get tired of hooking up” with some kind of research? also, “it’s not a good way to find a spouse”? oh, yes, how could i forget, that’s what ALL females are looking for ALL the time—a spouse. girls don’t like to hook up as much as boys because hooking up won’t land a rock on your finger.
give me a fucking break.
i can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to be in saudi arabia for all of this. (and something tells me i’ll probably never find out…)
this is sick (in the best sense of the word)
(via yourmomsbicurious)
looks like i'll be pulling another all nighter
- Ed: The pleasure of your presence is requested. What are you doing?
- Me: Working on a paper that's due tomorrow.
- Ed: Blow it off, come over.
- Me: OK I'll be there soon.
