- Guy in my geology class: Hey what did we go over on Friday?
- Me: Uh let me check.
- Me: (flips back a few pages in notebook, revealing a cluster of doodles of naked lady/cello morphs, eyebrows, miscellaneous body parts)
- Me: Something about underground water flow.
someone being in your dream for the first time is kind of a weird and interesting thing. it’s like your brain is solidifying the fact that they are officially a part of your life, however insignificant their role may be, that you officially do pay attention to them on a fairly regular basis. like an initiation ceremony to your memory or something.
it’s annoying when people who choose not to go to college look down on people who do, and call them mindless followers
it’s annoying when people who choose to go to college look down on those who don’t, and call them mindless followers
we all have our different life plans and goals, let’s get our noses the fuck out of everyone else’s choices god damn it
Whenever I hear people say that classical music is boring I just want to remind them that Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture called for a cannon to be fired a total of 16 times.
- juicy jackets
- wearing your backpack really low on your back
- rolling backpacks
- sucking on lollipops of the most unnatural colors for no reason
- dramatic side bangs
- writing on your jeans
People tell you dream big, to follow your heart, to stop at nothing because you are capable of obtaining your loftiest goals. And that’s all fine and good until you decide you’re actually going to do that and then they’re like ARE YOU KIDDING, YOU’LL NEVER GET A JOB, YOU CAN’T AFFORD IT, THAT’LL NEVER WORK, JUST PLAY IT SAFE AND FOLLOW THE PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE.
I mean really what did you think my loftiest goals were? Going to college? Getting an ok job that pays fairly well? Owning a 4-bedroom 2-bathroom house in a decent neighborhood? I feel like people end up choosing these things as their goals and come to accept their childhood dreams, the real ones, as just some nice thoughts used to entertain themselves when they’re stuck at their shitty day jobs. But I wonder what would happen if people still considered the dreams from childhood and actually pursued them. I mean we’re all going to die one way or another, might as well do something worthwhile in between.