Just saw the newest preview for the episode.
I’m either going to punch my tv
or Sebastard RIGHT IN THE FACE.
MUST STOP BECOMING SO EMOTIONALLY INVESTED IN TELEVISION
My mom called me this morning, and she has this irritating habit of calling me about an hour before I’m supposed to wake up. It doesn’t help that we’re on different time zones. She’s basically a sleep/dream killer.
Anyway, she calls me and starts berating me for sleeping all the time. I tell her I went to bed early last night and just wanted an hour more of sleep before I have my most busy day of the week and the line goes quiet.
All she says is “Courage,” and ALL I CAN F***ing think of is
I don’t even think she knows, but I don’t even care.
Best. Morning. Ever.
Have you ever had one of those completely horrible days? The old saying “woke up on the wrong side of the bed” was the biggest damn understatement EVER.
Found this on Voldemort’s twitter.
Where I come from, there merely needs to be a light dusting of snow to achieve a snow day.
Where I go to school, the door needs to be burried, and even then you’re expected to scale out of the window because class will not be cancelled.
Yay for college in the northwest, where it’s not uncommon for kids to ski to class.
Should be illegal. I swear, somehow I always end up surrounded by the dumbest people the planet has to offer.
Let the gif story begin.
So last night, I’m minding my own business, just takin a shower like it’s nobody’s business
And all of a sudden, the water just STOPS. Nothing, not even a drip, and there is conditioner in my hair. All up in it.
Now, I realize this has nothing to do with stupid people, but just wait! It gets BETTER!
So after said disaster, I rinse all the shitty conditioner off of my scalp and start to get ready when I smell something burning.
Just as the thought “PLEASE don’t let the smoke detector go off” went thru my mind, guess what happens….
So I trek outside with the rest of my building. It’s there that I find out my STUPID stuitemate had decided to make potato chips in the microwave in a plastic tray.
End rage-filled tumblr post.
Walking into the wrong class because you mentally switched the room number and leaving before anyone notices.
Everyone noticing you’re late in your actual class.
And I have homework.
It’s only the second day!
A big “Fuck you too college” is in order.
This game is going to be the death of me.
I’ll either embarrass myself into an early grave with my dance moves that I think look spectacular…
…Or I’ll punch the paper lantern right out of the ceiling and across the room. Again.
Tis a great day.
So, today I came back to school only to find out the person I dislike the most in my suite got back today as well.
We have a mutual distaste for each other because I told her to stop leaving her laundry out in the common room, and she got her grannypanties in a twist right up her ass and began passive-aggressive retaliation with “Do Not Touch” signs on all her shit.
Furthermore, she left all of her garbage out, dirty dishes in the sink, and had her boyfriend over.
My rage has no limits.
And the seal doesn’t break? Then you’re afraid to press on the seam because you KNOW it’s going to pop open.
And your face is like:
And it STILL doesn’t pop, and you dont want to keep trying:
Then, out of NOWHERE it pops open:
Such is my day.