Someone must've shown up late to fag time.
116 notes
·
View notes
me: i will NOT be ill for the hozier concert
some divine being thinking they’re funny: what if it started pissing it down. like just torrential rain. and what if you didn’t have a coat
42 notes
·
View notes
didn’t sleep a wink and now I’m up at the crack ass of dawn to go buy a fucking lamp :(
The lamp in question:
11 notes
·
View notes
"That's how you know Ashley's done for the day, she didn't blur her zoom background. Anytime I see Brad Pitt I know she's going through it" — my co-worker, 30 seconds into our fucking meeting 💀
11 notes
·
View notes
i also ordered doordash bubble tea even though i for real could have left the house and spent way less money but whatever
7 notes
·
View notes
Gahhhhhhh i woke up and went out to the living room to do my usual morning exercises and discovered an invasion of ants -_- this is why despite how nice the landlord is here, he is so frustrating. 'i sprayed the entire yard and took care of the bugs!' no what you did is drive MORE bugs from the fallen trees into the house. If he had fucking cleaned up the fallen trees immediately like i had asked this would have been less of a problem.
anyway i cleaned everything twice yet again, let's hope that's enough. Now i won't have time to do my exercises at all. As if i wasnt already stressed enough with everything happening today. Ughhhhh.
8 notes
·
View notes
I rlly need to do something about my brain because I thought staying in campus for 6 hours from 2pm-8pm was a completely reasonable thing to do.
3 notes
·
View notes
there's a very specific kind of vibe that comes with living with your friends in final year that it just does not have in first year or even second year. like as a fresher it's usually the first time any of you have lived away from home let alone with SO MANY people your age and it's terrifying and exciting and randomised to boot so it's generally carnage for a whole year in the best and worst ways, and then second year you pick who you're living with and it feels like for the first time you're doing this adult thing PROPERLY. you have a place of your own now. these are the people you've chosen to live with. studying gets serious etc. but it's still fresh. it's still new. you still don't know how to navigate it. but final year? final year is when you actually get it right. you know how to manage your time better. you know what works for you and what doesn't. studying is the main focus and you've been out in the world for three years now and it's not loud and boisterous like it was in first year and you're not exciteable and awkward like you were in second year. you're comfortable. every single one of my flatmates has their own friend group and we mainly keep to our own social circles, but we'll still meet each other back at the house after a night out and sit in the kitchen or my room to do the debrief. sometimes i'll go days not seeing either of them despite sharing a house but every now and then someone will softly call up the stairs that 'the heating's on!' or one of us will sneeze and the other two will yell 'bless you!' through the walls. the lack of interaction isn't interpreted as dislike in ways it would have been even last year, because we're all just old enough to be past that now and settled enough in our friendship not to worry about it. idk. uni is very loud and unsettling a lot of the time so it's been really sweet to see how almost boringly comfortable final year is.
22 notes
·
View notes