The ages old dilemma of wanting to commission an artist but not wanting to get back on social media just to find one.
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So apparently my mom, who I assumed would be super transphobic and not accepting of me whatsoever, is actually willing to try to respect me. I'm not sure if it's entirely performative and she's only doing it so I won't cut her out of my life, but it's still more than I was expecting from her.
AI still doesn't know what words are but occasionally it will actually come up with a banger picture.
What kind of corporate fussiness happened to make it so that we never got a promotion between Sonic Drive-In and Sonic the Hedgehog? They literally sell chili dogs at Sonic. It would be so perfect.
The bus I used to take to get home no longer comes to my school so I have to take two buses now. Think it might be time to invest in a bus pass.
Ah, yes, my favorite book I didn't read last semester: The Great Gatsby by "E. Harmony Fitzgerald."
There's a reason my ex isn't going to be an English major.
I've reached that horrible point in my college career where it feels like things are just stagnant. I've been in college long enough that it's not an exciting new experience anymore, but I'm far enough away from graduating that I can't be excited for that yet either. It's literally only week 2 of this semester and I'm already thinking "okay, let's get on with it so I can get my credits and move on."
I can't wait to roll up to school next week in my official Buzzr merch.
We're in the negative temperatures, let's go.
The actual process of modding that I do for Wii Sports Resort is miserably boring and yet I find myself doing it all the time.
It genuinely doesn't feel like the same day I went to my German class and had an appointment with my counselor. I was napping on and off for like four hours and it completely destroyed any sense of what time it is.
One of my school friends jumpscared me D:
Imagine taking an anthropology class in the year of like, 2524. What would anthropologists of the future have to say about things like the internet and internet culture of our time?
Me: *walking up to the bus*
The bus: *Windows 95 startup sound*
Intro to Literary Study sounded really boring going into it but I'm pretty sure it's going to be totally carried by the teacher.
It's that time of year again where they release a new schedule of classes and I overplan to all hell and back. At the very least, I think I can get myself on track to graduating in the spring of 2025, which should hopefully mean grad school is on the way.
What in the hell is the point of having the Switch be portable if it requires me to be online so it can "check that the software can be played"?
Have fun in Turks and Caicos, people who are boarding your flight nearly an hour before me.
Believe it or not, George isn't at home.
Please leave a message at the beep.
I must be out, or I'd pick up the phone.
Where could I be?
Believe it or not, I'm not home.
I had to get a couple fillings at the dentist so I'm currently nice and novocaine'd up, and I also can't feel the middle left part of my face.
It's been officially confirmed that I'm three degrees of separation away from Jerry Seinfeld, but it's possible that might get knocked down to only two.
"So that's why we were all singing Yellow Submarine." -me, waking up from a dream this morning
The idea of progressing through the Cuphead boss phases as the month went on was fun but it doesn't help that I picked one of my lesser favorites to be for a month. I'm okay just being myself for a while and giving myself the flexibility to change my avatar as I please.
2019 was thirteen years ago. Feel old yet?
(Happy new year!)
At 272 pages and 61,196 words, I've officially reached the halfway point of my book. -
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