Tag: personal

Here’s the deal: I’m taking philosophy as one of my electives this year, and since its such an interactive class, we have some pretty weird and hilarious conversations. I feel a great need to share some of these conversations with the world. Here’s a list that I will continually add to 🙂

“… so basically all us humans are like, ‘be my mate, please’“ 

“I like how polite you are about it”

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“Do you care what I think about you?”

“No!”

“Then you are free”

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“If you don’t know what to do after High School, get a water buffalo and ride off into the sunset”

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“If I had a doppelgänger, I’d have to kill it. I must be the ultimate me.”

“Uh did you have a twin? Cuz now I’m worried”

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*teacher teaching*

“Wait! Who’s Chris?”

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“Did I tell you about the war between the Ethans?”

(he explains how he needs to go into a portal to kill all the parallel versions of himself before some other version of himself does)

“Is that suicide or genocide?”

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So yesterday I found out I’m going camping on the 19th, but I still hadn’t gotten my period yet this month. I was really worried about being on my period while camping because it would be super inconvenient and uncomfortable, so I told my body “you can give me the worst period of my life, as long as it comes tomorrow, and not while I’m camping”.

Cut to today, where I am now having the most painful period of my life.

I didn’t really mean it, bitch!! Cut it out!!

Well I just had a rainy adventure!
It’s been so hot that I thought it’d be nice to sit out in the cool rain, so I threw my kindle in a baggie and headed out to the front step.
About five minutes later when the rain was pouring at its hardest, my grandmother came around with the hose having decided today was the day to finally clean the bugs and dirt of the big front window.
Cut to both of us standing on a ledge, power washing the house, soaked through our clothes so they clung like a second skin.
This is what summer is for

It. Is. Finished.

finally, after all the stress and exhaustion, I can sit and relax in my new room!

I mean, there are still a few little things that need to be done (I have new blinds, some things to put on the walls) but all the major work is done! I am so happy with the result

Proof that I’ll do anything if you bribe me: my mom bought me this print to convince me to switch rooms with my sister (assuming she agrees to it as well, which we won’t know for another week since she’s at camp. But oh well, I’ve started moving in anyway)

My reading glasses and my sunglasses look a lot alike and there have been multiple instances where I’ve meant to bring my sunglasses but actually grabbed my reading glasses… why can’t I just look at the lenses? Why must I be this way?