February 2012
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"THIS IS PROBABLY THE COOLEST THING YOU'LL SEE... →
WHAAAAAT. I don’t know what I like more, the fact that my sister sent me this video or the fact that it seriously is the coolest thing I’ve seen in a while. Ramee, I love you.
Also: WHAT THE FUCK, NATURE. WHAT. THE. HOLY. FUCK.
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cake cake cake cake cake
vicpav:
cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake
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family visit!
My parents and little sister visited me for the past two days and it was awesome. Delicious food alllll day everyday, mini Davis tour on Thursday (YUMMY FISH. ITALIAN FOOD at a super fancy restaurant and it felt like we were in Italy again. I missed Ramee. We all missed Ramee. Also I had polenta for the first time, and my godddd I LOVE POLENTA. AND MOTHEREFFIN’ CREME BRULEE. ALSO, DELTA...
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Sick to my stomach at all that's happening in... →
landofrainbows:
A video of a wounded father laying with his also wounded and probably dead son (probably around 5 years of age) asking what did this little child do to deserve this.
85 people if not more dead today.
It’s been nearly a whole year.
What the hell are the other countries doing?
What the hell are the United Nations doing?
Negotiating? Negotiating what? How this worthless...
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Syrian forces shell Homs district, kill 12... →
the latest as of 3:38am EST this morning
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I think it's good to say "I love you" to your...
when-tha-beat-drops:
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.
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ch-ch-ch-chia!
made chia seed pudding for the first time last night! ate it for breakfast today (i let it set in the fridge overnight). the texture is a little funny (closest to tapioca pudding) but i actually reeeally liked it. and the vanilla almond milk/cinnamon/pumpkin pie spice/agave/blackberries/blueberries that i added made it AMAZING
full disclosure i’m kind of in love with myself right now
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welcome to the good life
This is just a reminder to my future self of how amazing my last winter quarter schedule was:
I only have class Mondays and Wednesdays this quarter, which is already a giant win. It’s wonderful. What makes this quarter all the more amazing though is that there are two Monday holidays this quarter - meaning I have two six-day weekends, the second starting tomorrow at 4pm. 6-DAY WEEKENDS,...
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to Amelia Earhart:
No matter how many times I hear it, your story never ceases to somehow fascinate and terrify me at the same time. In my childhood I idolized you but even now after all this time I still ask the same question, a question that has stayed in the back of my mind for years accumulating dust only to occasionally resurface and torment me on days like today. And it’ll probably stay there,...
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filed under "awkward workplace woes"
forgetting the name of your boss’s baby mid-sentence is SO HARD TO RECOVER FROM
LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES
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how am i supposed to write these papers when all i wanna do is go dancingggggggggg
dance dance dance
prance prance prance
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“Time is such a fleeting, insubstantial thing.”
– Ender Wiggin, Speaker for the Dead
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ALSO
I KILLED IT AT THE GYM TODAY:
6.5 mile run in an hour
2.8 miles biking (to and from the gym)
weights circuit
stretchhhhhhing
what chu know bout THAT
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foodz
I’ve been eating cinnamon with EVERYTHING recently. It’s delicious. I’ll be eating an apple with the cinnamon container literally in my other hand, putting loads of cinnamon on it with every bite. Or I guess you could chop up an apple and sprinkle cinnamon on it in a bowl, but I’m too impatient. Either way, DO IT. You’re welcome.
Something that’s been on my...
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at what point did i
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i’ve become what i
tried so hard to resist
January 2012
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Watchcrownedinnoise:
“WINGS OF A DRAGON” by Nick Offerman & Megan Mullally
Ron and Tammy Swanson’s real life counter parts do a pretty mean country love ballad about evolution and procreating.
FAVORITE COUPLE OF ALL TIME
best part @ 3:26 - 3:40: I could seriously watch those seconds over and over
and over
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Sometime around 12:30AM on January 19th
VOICE 1: I think I was seventeen when I realized I didn’t actually like anything. Fuck, maybe I was even eighteen. I thought I had to like things and dislike things in order to be a real person. As if the ability to choose would give me permission to be. That’s what I thought, anyway. Most of all it seemed like I had to constantly exclaim these things just so I could feel real. Like if I managed to create a set of characteristics about myself, I could finally exist.
VOICE 2: I don’t even know what that means.
V1: I guess I don’t either.
V2: Why is it so important to exist anyway? Why is it so important to you? Just because you can’t comprehend what existence feels like doesn’t mean you don’t already feel it. Everything is able to exist only because nothing exists.
V1: You’re really confusing me.
V2: Are you ever not confused about something?
V1: I don’t fucking know, stop asking me questions.
V2: Alright.
V1: … I think I just answered your question. I don’t know anything. What do I know? I don’t even fucking know what I know— what the fuck am I even saying? I seriously think I’m crazy sometimes.
V2: You sound crazy.
V1: But I’m not. I can’t be, can I?
V2: Why not?
V1: Because that’s the rule.
V2: And who the fuck made this rule?
V1: I did. I mean, everyone did. Didn’t they? Isn’t it a rule? If I acknowledge that I’m crazy then I can’t possibly be crazy. The crazy ones never know.
V2: That’s a shit rule. And you’re fucking crazy.
V1: Maybe I want to be. That’s it. I think I just desperately want to be crazy because then I’ll be different or something. It’ll be my niche.
V2: Are you even listening to yourself?
V1: That’s exactly what I’m doing.
V2: So being mentally insane sounds like a good niche to you?
V1: It would explain everything that goes on in my mind.
V2: That’s what you want? To explain everything?
V1: I don’t know.
V2: What do you want?
V1: I don’t fucking know— why the fuck do you ask me so many goddamn questions? … You know what, I think I do know what I want. What I truly want. Ayn Rand explains it pretty well in The Fountainhead. I relate to a lot of quotes and I hate that. Because then I’m no different than the thousands of other shitheads who also think they’re set apart from the rest. No one’s different. I don’t like admitting it. But there are a lot of quotes that I like from The Fountainhead.
V2: Really?
V1: Yeah. I never actually read that book all the way through even though I told everyone I did. I saw the movie.
V2: Why did you lie?
V1: I don’t see it as lying. For me it’s habit. Compulsion. Impulse. Sentences.
V2: You’re a pathological liar.
V1: I know. I just didn’t want to say it myself.
V2: Why not?
V1: Because then it wouldn’t be true.
V2: And you want it to be true? You don’t mind being a pathological liar?
V1: It’s not that I don’t mind it; it’s just that it’s what I am. It explains a lot. What’s it to you, anyway? It doesn’t affect anyone or anything, it just happens. I say something and the moment passes and no one fucking knows the difference.
V2: Sure. Also, you never told me what you want, or how that one author described it so well in that book you never read.
V1: I have one particular quote memorized, isn’t that impressive? That’s how much her writing resonated with me.
V2: You never read the book.
V1: It goes: “ ‘What are you really seeking?’ ‘Freedom – to want nothing, to expect nothing, to depend on nothing.’ ”
V2: So that’s it? You want freedom?
V1: I do. More than anything.
V2: Freedom from what?
V1: Myself. The fact is that I woke myself up in the middle of the night so I could write this script. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I heaved myself out of my warm bed and jolted to my computer, only to realize that I’d shut it off earlier. So I fucking pulled out a pen and a giant motherfucking notepad – I seriously have a giant notepad lying around, I’m one of those saps. Then I start writing this dialogue, scribbling everything I could remember on this notepad taking up line after line after line – you know, it’s a legitimate notepad. One of those that actually flips the paper up and stuff. Pretty cool.
V2: I’m surprised you actually handwrote something for that long. Doesn’t your handwriting look like shit?
V1: What— no it doesn’t. How do you know that? … Okay yes it does. My handwriting’s awful. I really don’t know how the hell I’m going to read this in the morning.
V2: Maybe you’re not supposed to.
V1: Slow the fuck down now, that’s just a whole ‘nother level of deep that I’m not quite sure I want to delve into just yet. Not sure that my mind is ready for all of that. Wait, is my mind even capable of that? Of making this a one-time thing, a dialogue I’ll never get back?
V2: I don’t know.
V1: Will I remember what I meant by all this? What do I mean by all this?
V2: Shit.
V1: I don’t know when I realized it, but I eventually did. And then I felt even more insane. But this dialogue was floating around in my head. I was just talking to myself. Or maybe I fabricated two versions of myself who converse about bullshit and basically keep me up at night, forcing me out of bed and cramping my hand while it frantically scribbles this fuckery on a notepad I stole from the office I intern at. And I don’t even know which is worse. Either way I hear voices in my head and I’m fucking crazy.
V2: Don’t forget about the rule, though. That means you’re okay.
V1: Oh, yeah. You’re right. A rule’s a rule. And everyone made it. I’m good, then. So this means I can try and go back to sleep, right?
V2: You can try.
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Bingham Ray: you are a genius, and I will miss... →
Even if I only worked with him a few months he influenced me in a way I can’t explain. One of the smartest most incredible individuals I’ve ever met. Read his story; it’s beyond inspirational. It just ended too soon.
I’m really sad.
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CHEESE
Today at my internship my coworkers decided to have a wine party because our bosses are at the Sundance Film Festival. Now I don’t understand how you all do it, but I HATE WINE. SO MUCH. I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT. But as much as I hate wine, I fucking love wine parties for one small yet incredibly important detail: CHEESE. When someone says “wine,” I hear...
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