BETTER YOUR BRAIN

gpoy 7:30 am edition

drinking chai and reading a policy debate topic ppt (even though I’m off the circuit this year) as I wait to leave for my 8 am calc class. the only good thing in this situation is the tea.

I try to keep my personal life off of the internet for the most part but it’s 4 am and I’m angry so here goes. I’m going to do that annoying thing where I address the entire audience as “you” rather than naming the person this refers to.

1. You don’t get to encourage me to sleep with other people, not be particularly nice to me, etc etc etc, do lots of things that make it ABUNDANTLY clear that we are not together, we are not formally exclusive, and that our relationship is defined by a mutual desire to have sex (which is FINE. that is perfectly acceptable and exactly how I wanted the relationship to be defined) and then get DRUNKRAGE mad when I flirt with a guy in a bar we go to with a group of friends and go all quiet on the western fucking front for a week.

2. Get over yourself.

3. I’m not mad that we’re not talking- that’s fine, I am unattached to this relationship.

4. I’m mad that:

a. you’re being a drama queen b. you didn’t confront me at the time that it began to bother you c. you have not mentioned it to me yet and I got information from a second hand source d. because of the nature of our relationship I had been led to believe you agreed with me on, it’s none of your goddamn business who I flirt with and what I do with them. fuck off. and most importantly D. YOU NEVER INDICATED THAT THIS WAS ANYTHING BUT A MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL FWB SITUATION TO YOU. If you have feelings for me, tell me so I can try to avoid hurting them! I may not return them, but communication is key to avoid this sort of situation. but you won’t do that because you’re a child

5. sex and romance are two circles in a venn diagram, not an interlocking chain. I can separate them when the occasion calls for it. Don’t act like/tell me you can if you can’t- it will end poorly for all involved.

I will probably delete this later.

clicking the “submit order” button to buy textbooks is physically paining me. There is absolutely no reason for these books to be this expensive, this is not how supply and demand works. I feel like I should be taking out a loan to pay for books alone. 

also, I move in Thursday and have packed approximately nothing. Rhett, since I know you’ll see this, motivate me to pack tomorrow after we run errands. commence panic in t-minus 2 days.

I spent yesterday wandering with Em. We started in Little 5 and made our merry way to Dr. Bombay’s and eventually spent the night at the No Nukes Y’all Jamboree to stop Plant Vogtle from being built (if you live in Atlanta/Southern Georgia, this is a BIG DEAL and you should learn about it), which was at one of my favorite places in the city and was full of old hippies. Such a delight, such delicious burritos. After dancing in the sand to some crusty folk bands singing about social change, we met up with my favorite ex coworker and went back to Em’s place and proceeded to solve riddles and drink wine for the better part of the 2 hours with her roomate. Finally Em went to sleep but the other 3 of us went to WaHo and talked about international politics until 4am. Pretty much a perfect night.

i just can’t handle how great kanye west is right now

*walks into living room wearing this shirt to ask my mom for a box to finish packing some school stuff into*

mom: “*deep sigh* amanda, you look like a lesbian in that shirt.”

*retreats back to room*

I am not having enough sex

but I saw the dark knight rises in all of its politicized glory 

and I am with my texans and got to sleep late all week

so things are basically tops

another exciting day at the fund.

featured: office sleeping bag, sassy rainbow hot night fish, campaign office map, my heavily lidded self

ethiopienne:

“i’m not homophobic, i just think gay people shouldn’t—”

“i know i’m white, but i don’t see anything wrong with saying nig—”

“you’re so pretty for a dark—”

“yeah i’ll use your preferred pronouns, but you weren’t born a —”

“if women didn’t want sex, why would they—”

I’m working 50-60 hours a week.

I’m hustlin’ hard and making mad money, but this job is terrible for my social life other than my coworkers. They’re all awesome and I love going out with them every night, but I miss my home friends who are now sort of relegated to the weekends. The hours are so funky that really, you can’t hang out with anyone but your work friends during the week. MIXED FEELINGS wooooo.

If I have to have a summer job, at least this is one where I get to be outside getting exercise, love my coworkers, and am working for a cause I genuinely support.

Canvassing introduces you to the best and worst of people, shout out to the old guy who was a complete jerk to me today “just to see if you’d cry”. You are 60 years old, no excuse.

time to crash, walking 10 miles a day talking to strangers really wipes you out.

I am exhausted.

I have a new job and the cause is something I really believe in, but every day is a 10 hour day.

I literally walk 10 miles a day for work.

gpoy tired as fuck and about to get up and do it again anyways.

so I graduated from high school

pic from this guy’s camera who also looks happier in this picture than I have ever seen him look in a picture before.

my wonderful, fantastic friends from left to right: CRH, Caitlin, me and my robe and honor cords and the hat that almost wasn’t, Will, Wu, and may as well be tumblrless Andrew.

My computer is fixed! although it is currently emitting a very annoying high pitched tone that I would like to stop. 

I graduated high school wednesday (GO ME!) and acquired a new job Thursday with stupid hours and sweaty work but cool people.

things I will do tomorrow: lay at the pool. read. repeat.

theoccasionalitalic:

Me: would you think I was cute if I bit the head off a bat?

him: I would wonder what was the matter with you but yeah

Me: would you think I was cute if I bit off your tongue?

him: It would hurt a lot and I wouldn’t like it but yeah

my friends are in weird adorable love