- Situation: Finishing a paper due the next day (writing page five of five-to-seven)
- Me: Ugh. I can't do this.
- OCD: No, you really can't. And don't forget about the three exams you have this week and the eight-to-ten page paper due Friday, all of which you're totally going to fail--
- Me: Fuck ooooooofffffffffffff...
It is exam time. When I asked my dad to pray for me, I wasn’t being funny. I meant it. I still mean it.
I would not joke about this.
Between this paper and the one on Holocaust denial I did last semester, there’s no way I’m not on the terrorist watch list by now.
birds are so ridiculous how do they even all exist???
i dont even
things that dont make any sense
Jesus Christ is that a duck
some kind of prehistoric nonsense
holy shit where is your beak even birds, BIRDS
I would pay good money for you to voice a nature documentary
Is that a smuppet
What are birds?
We just don’t know.
College is eating one meal a day, and two meals a night.
College is setting up your alarm clock across the room so that you have to get out of bed to turn it off, and praying for the willpower to do so.
College is wondering why you took three English classes in a single semester, swearing that you will never do it again, and then doing it again. Twice.