Some people don’t understand this.
I’m really not “panicked” in the probably traditional or what is seen as commonly so, as in, hyperventilating, crying, etc. I appear very calm too, not as stressed out (for me) as I might have looked, say, a week ago. And I’m still trying to figure out if I have reason to be legitimately scared (shitless) for this ap exam. Senior year, second semester/I’m going to college, my grade isn’t terrible, why would I care? Because it’s a $105 course that I could potentially earn credit for. Key word, potentially. I might possibly have the four units, 2 from previous tests and 2 from the two I took Friday. So I don’t know if I should be scared (what’s the point- I can’t possibly study that much in the time to get a 4, right?)… If it’s worth it.
Opportunity costs and trade-offs.
I’m really, really bad at econ.
nicotinecumberpatch:
bartowski:
printers are fucking awful
it’s 2012 so
- why do they still make so much noise
- why are they so pushy and impatient
- why is it that printer ink costs more than printers themselves
- why can’t they just wait for two seconds until you load more paper before going into some sort of mid-life crisis during which they try to re-evaluate their entire lives before collapsing
#we were supposed to have flying cars
ikr. scanners are even worse wtheckman.
(via dwindlin)
simplyalisia:
“It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.”
—
Marlene Dietrich (via autumns-concerto)
IT’S FUNNY. BECAUSE I NEEDED IT. THAT NIGHT. YOU REBLOGGED IT THAT DAY.
ugh. what is life.
mangojelly:
The only reason why I seem so confident in myself because I’m a really good actress. Inside, my self esteem is shit.
Thanks.
You ruined my life.
I’m actually not that great of an actress. When I’m by myself, which is most of the time wherever I am, I don’t look very happy or confident at all. Occasionally I’ll attempt to pull the corners of my mouth upwards, but it’s becoming more strained and probably really weird now. I hardly feel like I’m smiling even as I pass by people in the hallway.
The only reason I would look like there’s actually something in my eyes is because I’m actually genuinely excited or happy that someone’s coming to talk to me, and I’m really interested in someone who actually shows interest in me. It’s rather selfish, probably, on some standpoint. Or maybe, I’m just interested in talking to them, regardless if they feel the same. /// But to those who don’t appear to care after the first minute or so, and you decide to leave, remember that you’re taking that light away with you, from me. It sounds terrible, but, really? Why do you bother if you’re just going to ignore or leave without really putting any effort into a conversation, or at least ending it? I’m not going to be here forever, you know. Or maybe you don’t know that. I’m just not that significant/appreciated. Not that I should expect to be… /turned into an ugly rant ignore.
(via lostinthesedreams)
How come I’m always wrong? How come it’s always my fault? How come you never understand just where I’m coming from?
Ohmygosh. This is so fucking frustrating. I seriously feel like there’s nothing I can do. Nothing I can do right. Nothing I do makes a fucking difference. Yeah, right now I’m pissed. But really… It hurts me to always feel like you’re always criticising me. That I’m the reason why you feel this or that way. Not because I clearly care enough (because honestly, everything has gone downhill), but because it hurts me mentally knowing that I’m practically doing nothing to intentionally hurt you or upset you. Or set off a negative (appearing) reaction. That I have to live my life as I think I should (which I never seem to know the “right” thing to do to appease you or anyone else, much less myself) and have it be wrong in some way or another. It really makes me feel as if I don’t matter at all, that it seems like I’m doing everything with the almighty powers of a higher deity, that I fully understand the consequences that I’m supposedly supposed to predict, to know, expected to avoid. I can’t win. I feel like I never can. I give up, I fucking give up. I can’t do shit right.
(via beautifulfaults)
