For some reason I completely LOST IT at #20.
For some reason I completely LOST IT at #20.
Aaaand I’m sobbing over that Tonks/Lupin gif.
Wait, someone hasn’t invented an app that lets you use italics, bold and underline in texts/messages/comments? GET ON THIS RIGHT NOW!
As someone who went through the no tampons while suddenly starting her period in the middle of a FIVE HOUR CLASS I cannot laugh at this. The embarrassment of asking all the females in the room who (obviously were lying) said they had none, while suffering through the most intense tear-inducing cramps from hell. I actually had to leave 30 minutes early, praying against all hopes that my chef’s pants wouldn’t be ruined by this ungodly mess.
I have this problem in my apartment. Super refuses to turn the heat on during the winter, so of course since we live in Canada and it’s below freezing a good portion of the time, instead of wearing my cute sweaters and hoodies I’m bundled with with two blankets, a thick quilts, three pairs of gloves and two hats - in my own apartment. Heaters do nothing to penetrate this ice fortress. Thankfully we’re moving in 8 days so I no longer care.
Two weeks ago, before second semester started I had a dream where I walked into the college and was startled to see everyone had been turned into a #2 pencil. I wasn’t scared though, just walked to my first class. Until I looked in the mirror and saw I was a written exam with mistakes all over it. Before I woke up the pencil people were beginning to chase me around the room. Ah college, I have misssed you.
Was cruising along this list and came across #8. Happens EVERY TIME! Especially in Food Lab and you can’t act like you’re squicked out at the strange feeling passing over your fingers as the chef walks by checking things out. I can tell you that freshly made pasta dough feels like the tingling of hell against the back of one’s hand.
IT’s my second week of the semester. I barely survived waking up at 6am for 3 days in a row. I have one class on Thursdays that is over at 10. I go home, sleep until 3, then study for Food Lab. 8 classes and struggling to get my field hours is “so” much fun. And I’m still waiting for my damned OSAP.
Proud true Ravenclaw here, the REAL Sorting Hat told me so.
Same in Peterborough, and we’re having our third day of deep freeze tomorrow. *fun*
I’m a Canadian and all of that looked like a normal Spring day to me.
What I want to know is where do I get my hands on that Twix box?
I just wish I could rock those jeans as well as you did.
I don’t even care if I’m crying all out right now, this post was beautiful.
That’s the whole fun of reading it though. It took me six months to get through it all (reading the margins and everything)and it left me so satisfied that I couldn’t even pick up a book for almost a year because of how it ended. And the nightmares I had, phew!
Seeing as how half of these books are already on my long extended reading list, we obviously have something in common. And score for House of Leaves being on this list because that book is even more terrifying than anything Stephen has ever written.
I’ve only heard of one song on this list and it’s a sh*t song anyway so yay go me for liking awesome music!
It was our six-month anniversary and we decided to go to the field for a wild New Years party. I didn’t have that much to drink, but enough to see him smooching on my best friend at midnight instead of me. Found out they’d been secretly dating behind my back for three months. I threw my drink in her face and ended up walking five miles back to the city in the freezing cold by myself. He never followed me. Fun eh?
Thank you for the Bernard gif! No gifts for me this year, just school supplies #collegelife
31 happens to me all the time! It’s so frustrating, especially when they’re giving an enthusiastic wave or ‘hi’ directed at you (you think) and you reply back the same and then they just walk past you to the person they meant. It’s like a slap in the face.
#19 gave me life. I needed a good laugh today.
So, where can i meet that last one?
Cheated on me - in front of me - two hours after we started going out. In front of all my friends.
Has anyone ever cried after a final because you swore you failed only to see later that you barely passed nd feel utterly idiotic for missing the easy Q’s? Just me then?
I was fine until #13, then just cried all the way to the end. I hope I find love like this one day <3
#9 I’m dying of laughter. Please scatter my ashes at Benedict Cumberbatch’s wedding ceremony.
That looked more like Gandalf than Dumbledore…
All I see is a bunch of botox and plastic surgeries. Ain’t no one got money for dat.
Good thing I only eat lime three of these things. but still *shudders*
YES! To this day I mourn her loss even more than Joyce or Tara. I just wanted Giles to be happy and be with the one he loved. He got torn to shreds in the later seasons and it gutted me.
It was back when I was 18, naive and fresh out of high school. I joined POF and chatted with a few guys before I met Raj. He seemed like a decent guy; his profile said he was 20, in university with a good job. Being guliable at the time we decided to go out. Well, on the day he suggested I had a job interview and had decided to cancel on him. So, sending him an email I told him that that weekend would be preferable at the coffee shop like we agreed on. Things didn’t work out. That weekend I went to my friends in Toronto to help take care of her kids while she went to work since she couldn’t get a nanny yet. Anyway that Friday night, Raj shows up AT MY FRIENDS HOUSE (mind you I NEVER told him where I was going. Nor that I was in Toronto) with a dozen roses, a large box of chocolates and a stretch limo. Completely mortified I told him there was no friggen way I was going out with him. He starts screeching at me to get into the limo or he’d tell all my friends how “easy” I was. I slammed the door in his face and thought that was the end of it. Nope. Raj stayed at the door screaming for half an hour before the neighbors called the cops and I had to explain, embarrassed, how he was an online date etc etc. Turns out Raj was a 45 year old illegal who wanted a wife so he could get a green card.
Just last week I saw someone applying what seemed like a whole bottle of mascara onto ONE eye. THAT is why I’m not a make-up person, if I want eyes that look like I haven’t slept in a week I’ll just wake up after 3 hours sleep.