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love when a mother asks if they have ever done anything to hurt you. ma'am, you will literally never be ready to have this conversation

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They should block chatgpt on uni WiFi the way they used to block coolmathgames

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Who decided that the ears needed to be connected to the throat and those both needed to be connected to sinuses. I just wanna talk. I have an ADHD evaluation today that I've waited months for and I honestly thought I was going to have to miss it because my mom forgot to change the air filter before I got home from college and that meant that I was so completely fucked up by 6 am yesterday that I literally did not get out of bed until about 6pm. Miserable. Chills. Felt too bad to do anything, but also too sore to sleep. Barely ate. Sore throat. Ears ouch. Like what the fuck.

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I LOV MURDER MYSTERY ON TRAIN

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reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

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online posting is like military combat and im the brave general and you are all the footsoldiers fighting in the tranches

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LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST LET'S GET THIS FUCKER EXPLODEDED

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You can only reblog this today.

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Life is all about ending up in a Situation™ and going, "Oh! Change? This sucks," and then realizing that previous circumstances weren't that great, you just didn't have anything to compare it to

I need to get an apartment for next year

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7:30 pm! Still no email!!!

In the meantime, I designed a hat:

My dorm fucking FLOODED at 6 AM and the university is FAILING us.

Oh yeah come back at 2:30 we'll let you grab some stuff at 2:30 and we all showed up at 2:30 and they made us line up. The line went all the way out of the lobby. I spent almost 20 minutes outside in the wind. And then they came out after everybody made the effort to get here and make a stupid fucking line like a bunch of kindergartners to say that the building doesn't have power so we can't go get our stuff after all.

Yeah sorry we're working on it we'll email you by 6 about getting your stuff and accommodations.

It's 6:30. Where's the goddamn email.

I watched the sun rise and set out here and I still have no clue where I'm supposed to fucking sleep tonight.

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My dorm fucking FLOODED at 6 AM and the university is FAILING us.

Oh yeah come back at 2:30 we'll let you grab some stuff at 2:30 and we all showed up at 2:30 and they made us line up. The line went all the way out of the lobby. I spent almost 20 minutes outside in the wind. And then they came out after everybody made the effort to get here and make a stupid fucking line like a bunch of kindergartners to say that the building doesn't have power so we can't go get our stuff after all.

Yeah sorry we're working on it we'll email you by 6 about getting your stuff and accommodations.

It's 6:30. Where's the goddamn email.

I watched the sun rise and set out here and I still have no clue where I'm supposed to fucking sleep tonight.

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future

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Not convinced that the internet is collecting or using my data because I keep getting recommended skincare products and makeup and pheromone spray. It's like my ads are being chosen by either my judgemental chronically online little sister or the weirdest straight people alive instead of an all knowing AI

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It's so nice how it's warmed up to 45°F without wind!

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I am. In hell right now.

Yesterday was a generally weird day on its own, but then I went to metal shop to finish a project that was due this morning. That ended up lasting from 6 until... this morning. I leave at like 4am. I walk to Target because I can't remember if this one assignment that I need a folder for is due today (it wasn't) and it is drizzling and Target is closed. I am in the city completely and totally alone at 4am and now I know what it is to be a horror game protagonist. The buses are not running so I walk home. Still drizzling. Before I ever left metal shop, around 3 am, my phone stopped fucking working. Frozen screen, won't respond to anything, won't even turn off. So I have no idea what time it is. Why do I care? Because I need to finish a project for my other art class. Half of which was going to be photography. Photography that is now trapped inside my useless phone and not in the cloud because HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THIS WOULD HAPPEN? I am back at square 1 and the project is due at 9 am. I reach my dorm. I ask the guy at the front desk what time it is. "4:57." "Thanks." Fuck. I change, drink a Monster, and get to work finishing this entire project by 7:30 am, at which point I need to leave for my metal class, because we're presenting that project today because it is the last day of class and it won't be accepted late. 7:30 comes and I realize I'll just have to be late for the sake of finishing the other project. I do it. I finish. I submit the project. I go straight to metal shop. I present. It's a hit. I come to terms with the fact that I will not see the metal shop until next fall, if I am finally lucky enough to get into one of the next classes. I didn't this time because I got screwed with my registration time. Like my entire schedule is wack. I go home. Earlier, I emailed my mother because that was all I could think to do and I don't know my sisters' social medias or their phone numbers because why would I. Anyway, I emailed my mom so that when I obviously don't respond to any texts or calls, she hopefully won't think I'm dead and call the cops. When I reach my dorm, I don't know if she's gotten the email yet so I borrow a phone and call her. No answer. She has no time for scammers. Understandable. I leave a message. I go upstairs and see that she did respond to my email, and we decide that we'll deal with my phone tomorrow when she comes to get me for Thanksgiving Break. Ok. At least she knows why I'm unreachable and that I'm not dead. She can never know that I was out in the city completely alone at 4am. 40 min to my next class. I go and somehow wind up being 10 minutes late. I don't know how. I don't remember a single thing from that class. I remember fighting to stay awake. I'm pretty sure I succeeded, seeing as no one woke me up to go "What the fuck is wrong with you?" People liked my project. My project I lost 2 weeks worth of work on and did in about 2 1/2 hours. This is the last day of that class too, so we take home all the work we turned in over the semester. I think a few of my pieces might be missing? I have bigger problems. I have my astronomy lab final tonight. Which is why my mom is coming to get me tomorrow, because i can't leave tonight and tomorrow I have to be out by 10 am. So here I am, at 2:16 pm, with a shaky grasp at best on reality, thinking of how I have to go to Target again because I really need bandaids (You think saws are dangerous? You fool. You utter buffoon. It's the files. It's the frantic filing a piece of metal enough to solder because by god you will not fail this project but also you have dry skin.) and I still haven't had anything to eat since 4-ish pm yesterday except for a Monster and I still haven't done my laundry or taken out the trash and jesus christ is it really 2:27 pm already???

Anyway nothing feels real