True Facts

(via Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal)

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Insert rambling explanation of The Ladder Theory to bemused/uninterested passerbys. (Click for Original)

ZOMG. Guess who just replayed this game another five thousand times just to gloat at finally being able to avoid being eaten? (Click for Original)

Jyi and I have been holding true to this pie-chart since getting a Nintendo 64. It’s quite distressing how often we burst forth into filthy, filthy obscenities (and how many racial slurs we know). (Click for Original)

How wildly romantic this would be. (Click for Original)

No more fantasies about handsome, cultured lit professors for me. (Click for Original)

Though this statement is focused towards being easy in the sexual sense, it speaks to me more in the “living life” kind of sense.

Sometimes I think about how different life would be if I struggled less and followed more. Not to say that I’m an emerging leader or anything like that, but my freshman year of college really taught me that being passive is the idiot way to go, at least for me and my happiness. Turns out that trying to get along with everyone by agreeing all the time doesn’t work out as well as it should.

I’ve learned to be better. As my good friend Natasha says, “I’m not a bitch. I just know what I want.”

ARGHH!!! Nothing kills me more than the misuse of the word “literally.” If not’s not how it actually happened, then it’s not LITERALLY!

Having roommates is one of those situations in which you tone down your reaction mechanism for the sake of staying sane. Strangers brushing their teeth in your bathroom? Alright. Construction workers see you without pants? Alright. Public urination by people too drunk to realize they’re facing the wrong way? Alright. Roommate who probably doesn’t shower as much as she should gets scabies and tells you by keeping her laptop screen on an eHow page about getting rid of them? Alright.

In retrospect my rooming situation was sometimes a nightmare. My roommate EC, though super nice and sweet, was also somewhat of a slob. We’re talking laundry once a quarter (five loads at each time!) and dirty panties on the floor. I didn’t mind too badly, but I definitely got annoyed a few times when the mess became all engulfing. Now her constant mess and acquaintance with scabies are some of my favorite stories about college. It’s all part of the experience, I’m sure.