7 hours ago
GPOYW: Best daps ever edition.
‘Bout fuggin time.
Pretty sure the 'D' in 'D-Test' means drug (overheard outside Angell Hall)
- Football player #1: (from a distance) AY YO! C'MERE!
- Football player #2: IN A SEC MAN.
- Football player #1: AY! YO! MAN!
- Football player #2: (high fives, daps w/ #1) What's good, Fish?
- Football player #1: Ay mayn, you've got a D-Test today?
- Football player #2: Shiiiiiiit, fo' real?
- Football player #1: Yeah. (begins walking away)
- Football player #2: Ay, can you put that stuff in my car?
- Football player #1: Fo sho.
- Football player #2: (30 seconds later) AY FISH, IS YOU FERREAL!? ("Fish" nods) Shiiiit.
1 day ago
I am canceling class tomorrow, December 1, due to illness. I will see you on Thursday. »
Prof. Brandywine (not her real name/I’m not actually sure what is)
This week is looking up already. Three cheers for a random day off! Hip hip! HUZZAH! I CAN’T HEAR YOU! Hip hip! HUZZAH! Now the people in the back! Hip hip! HUZZAHHHHHHH! (crowd goes wild).
2 days ago
blink-182 - I Won’t Be Home For Christmas
classic “I hate Christmas cheer” Christmas song.
I used to listen to this song a lot in junior high/the beginning of high school even thought I really did love Christmas and Christmas cheer. By listening to Blink-182 singing an anti-cheer song, I seemed really hardcore to my friends. Yeah really. I actually remember one Christmas the year that Take Off Your Pants and Jacket came out, my cousin who is less than two years older than me, burned a copy of the cd for my mom. She didn’t want me to have it though because it was unedited. Right, because I wasn’t going to hear the words every time she played it.
I also had a no blink-182 rule imposed upon me by the ‘rents. Which explains why I didn’t get my first cd until freshman year of high school. Right around when everyone started thinking they were gay/fags/emo/fucking gay. Story of my life. And this song is awesome, but often overlooked because it was a) not on any of their real cds & b) largely overshadowed by the super short, more curse-laden “Happy Holidays, You Bastard.” However, HHYB fails as a Christmas song because only half of it is about Christmas… the other half is about Grandpa shitting his pants. And Labor Day.
via breakfastinbed
Good News/Bad News
So with all the confusing and dumb bullshit i’ve got going down in my life I finally got some good news today. I made the cut for the first round of the study abroad program I’m trying to get into. Which means I get to… DO ANOTHER LONGER APPLICATION WHICH INCLUDES A BONAFIDE ESSAY BY DECEMBER 11th. AWESOME.
Therefore, the rest of my year (in paper/exam form) consists of:
Dec. 9: 8-10 pages
Dec. 10: Exam @ 4:00PM
Dec. 11: 2 pages
Dec. 14: 10-12 pages
Dec. 14: 10 pages
Dec. 14: Final @ 10:00AM
Dec. 14: Final @ 2:30PM
Dec. 14: Final @ 4:00PM
Dec. 15: Coma.
Finally feel qualified to post this now that I have finished season 1. And yes, I do always wear a full suit and carry a newspaper and whiskey on the rocks with me to bed. It gets the ladies all hot and bothered.
2 days ago
4 days ago
Look, it’s my uncle. Cool.
Do not understand the trailer. Wish I had been in town a few nights earlier to see this. TALK LIKE ROBOT.
5 days ago
You Are Bella From Twilight
So, we can’t date because you’re sort of seeing someone? Okay, well maybe we could sort of see each other too? Oh, you’re really into him. That’s cool. If it doesn’t work out, I’d love to- no, I wasn’t implying that you’d break up, I just mean sometimes relationships end. What? Promised to him for eternity? You think you’re going to be together for eternity? Dude, you’re what, like 18? Chances are, you’re going to break up when you go to college. College is basically a reset button for your whole life, and a guarantee that you’re going to be boning a bunch of dudes on some very creaky twin mattresses surrounded by Fight Club posters and weed leaf tapestries. Good luck explaining that to the love of your life via confessional late night Skype session.
Just forget it. Have fun with your sparkly boyfriend. I respect your weird obsession. The way you’re talking about him, the sex must be unbelievable, so I can’t argue with- WHAT. NO SEX? And You barely even kiss each other? And if you have sex, you think it’s going to kill you? What do you do then? STARE AT EACH OTHER IN THE WOODS? You stare longingly at each other while he rattles off lines that sound like they were paraphrased from the Romeo and Juliet Cliff Notes? Yeah, this has staying power written all over it. All I’m saying is, you’re cute, but you don’t know anything about love right now. If you think you’re going to feel this weird stammering, bottom lip biting puppy love thing in 5 years, then you’re living in a fantasy. An elaborately plotted, insufferably boring fantasy sprawling across books and movies, constructed by a very wealthy mormon cat lady. Have a nice life, just don’t call me when you get sick of close range, smoldering eye contact and a lifetime of lady blue-balls.
Yeah. Pretty much sums up every issue I have with this whole craze in one dealbreaker.
via dealbreaker
via wikipedia
I would just like to note that the caption for this image on wikipedia is “Ahh, a turkey!!!.”
The Hood Internet - “Who Ain’t I Gonna Run To (Young LA vs. Solid Gold)”
I have been blasting this tune since THXgiving break began. And it still hasn’t lost its novelty.
Ain’t…
- I smoking strong?
- I putting on?
- I rocking yays?
- my money long?
The answer is of course, yes to all of the above. Also: Solid Gold is pretty rad, just found their whole CD here.
