Tapioca Express, yesterday | What really cracks me up is the bear on the left has got his arm on the table, the boba has straws in them as if they are about to start drinking, and their mouths are both open like they are talking.
bear 1: so how’s work?
bear 2: not bad. wanna beer instead?
bear 1: can’t. i think i have a “bear belly.”
ha ha ha ha.
I see this building every single day lol
i don’t know why i’m laughing so hard
oh Melanie, that took me by surprise lol
Isaac got me a hamster and originally, I named him Gordo. But yesterday this little guy buried himself into one of the lower cracks of the sink.
I wasn’t sure what to do cause I’m moving out soon, and I didn’t want a dead lost hamster to be deducted from my deposit, so I waited it out. He must’ve been in there for like 12 hours.
So instead I’ll name him escape artist, Hamster Houdini.
When he got out, he literally stuffed three carrots into his mouth. At first I thought he was hungry, but he wasn’t eating the cheese. Turns out he was really really thirsty.
http://www.dailycal.org/2012/05/09/student-falls-from-unit-2-dorm-window/
I remember when I was a freshman, and people would joke to me how people have committed suicide on our math building, Evans Hall, possibly one of the uglier buildings on campus.
So as this was happening, I was taking a final, stressed and worried that I was going to get another C on my transcript since I completely bombed the last midterm. It’s an odd feeling that I have about this school. The anxiety, the work, the completely unhealthy approach to studying by removing yourself from friends, family, and the rest of the outside world. It’s really nothing to be proud of. And if you’re average (like me), you end up with vaguely decent grades and a soreness that you don’t feel like you belong. It’s tough here, I don’t know how everyone has it so together sometimes. But I never thought it needed some kind of permanent escape.
My friend Tan, who doesn’t go here, told me someone jumped off one of our buildings, and at first it didn’t occur to me he meant it just happened.
I looked up this guy on facebook, and I could see most of his profile, including the status he posted 20 minutes before he jumped. A self RIP. It turns out he knew one of my project partners. Turns out the place he jumped is 2 blocks away from my apartment. Turns out that he was younger than me.
Perhaps he was in some of my classes? Perhaps he had a bad day? A string of bad days? Was it just the stress of finals week? What if he had a misunderstanding? What if someone was there, had convinced him to step back? What if I had the chance to have met him, would I have said more than a sentence to him outside of school?
Suddenly I want to know why, and I’m left with this resentment. Not toward anyone in particular. Just maybe an overall resentment that things went the way they did. No overall statement about the flaws of the academic system. Just me, thinking about how, despite how tough it is, life can be something extremely delicate.
i’m taking an animation pass/no pass class but it’s so much work!!! and my teammates are all more artistic and harder working than i am… seriously, they pulled an all nighter working on our short due today at 3… while i went home at midnight… :(
I seriously don’t know how pixar puts together such wonderful animations, but now i can appreciate a bit more.
I’m in Hesse lab, and I thought the high pitch chirping I heard was some wrench. Someone was looking at me, and I thought it was because I was on tumblr and gchat not working, but it was cause apparently the chirping is some baby bird above me.
There’s a bird in here? I didn’t know.
I like how playful my dad is with mom. Here he’s pinching her face. Parents seem much cooler when you’re out of the house and you call only once every few days.
Ever since I got amazon prime, I’ve accumulated a bunch of side stuff in my room. Extra headphones, a microUSB cord, a stuffed red panda, a lint shaver, a water boiler.
The latest thing I want now is this omelet maker.
It cooks RIGHT in the microwave! Imagine all the eggs I would eat! And the dishes I would save from washing! And the oil I would save from cooking! I think it’s genius. And it would save me the trouble of setting off the fire alarm … again.
Well… that’s about all I wanted to talk about. I’m really into this nifty thing. Kinda sad…
