I found a random iPod charger in the office. I haven’t charged my iPod in like 2 months because the only time I have to listen to it is on my way to and from my intership. Basically, any time I’m on a bus, I’m rocking out to music. Mainly because I never have to time to just relax and listen to my iPod, but it also keeps the creepers from trying to talk to me. No one ever communicates on buses, unless you get on with a friend, or find one already on there. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE has ear plugs in (except the adorable old people who frequent the bus).
So back to my original story, my iPod finally pooped out on me on the bus to work this morning. that made me a sad polar bear.
So I roughed out the last 15 minutes of my commute without my precious music. I made it though the majority of my day without breaking down into to tears at the thought that I’ll have to endure a painfully broing bus ride back to my apartment later. Nothing could keep me from brooding over my dead iPod, not even the doiscovery that Pita Pit delivers and that I had enough money to order from there for lunch. After organizing and stocking the pantry (without music, mind you), I walked back into the office and, as of God saw my absolute soul crushing pain and placed it there with his holy hand, I found a wall iPod charger sitting on my one co-worker’s desk. I practically jumped for joy when I found it, and almost when through the roof when I realized that my iPod would fit (it doesn’t fit into most dock-like things since is had a clip on the back).
My day is significantly better now, and will only get better once 4:30 rolls around and I can stroll out of this office with a smile on my face and a charged iPod in my hand.
It’s never been one of my favorite holidays. In fact, it’s my least favorite, I’ll take Labor day over Thanksgiving any day. And it’s not because I’m a vegetarian and don’t eat turkey, I’ve gotten over that in the last 6 years of my vegetarianism. I just think this is the most boring holiday ever created. Granted, it also celebrates the fact that the first settlers came to America and took the land from the Native Americans, as well as slaughtering them. Awesome America, let’s make a national holiday celebrating our war mongering and thieving ancestors.
This particular Thanksgiving sucks for reasons of my own. The only thing I’m grateful for is time off of work and school so that I can finish my tutorial proposal, which is a whole other rant in and of itself.
Dear whoever is reading this, I understand how rough things are right now. I just want to let you know that things will get better, I promise. Keep holding on just a little bit longer. I know you feel like nobody really cares. You're wrong, stop denying it. I care, otherwise I wouldn't be reblogging this. You're not alone, we may be miles away but we're all going through the same things. Please keep holding on.
“Our ancestral land contains forests, rattan, birds, monkeys and other wildlife. We defend them because they are our food. That is why the earth is sacred to us. The mountains are our cathedrals. The earth is filled with life: bees, wild pigs, birds, monkeys, trees, fish and wild chickens. This gives abundance to our lives. The earth is our parent: it is our father and mother who helps us grow and wakes us from our sleep. The earth is dear to our bodies.”—Datu Mampadayag (via survivalinternational)
I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse that I started following winchesterborthersaddict on here. I am just…drawn into the amazingness that is Super Natural. It also doesn’t help that I have an undying passion for Jensen, Jared, and Misha. I could sit for hours and just go through all the different gifs and pics. Actually, I already have.
Social media is not my friend when I’m trying to get work done.
Back on again after a few days. Tuesdays are my slow days at my internship. I kinda sit around for 8 hours with little to nothing to do. So I Facebook, do Arabic homework, check e-mails, schedule a tutorial board, and try my hand again at Tumblr.
Is it wrong of me to do this?
I mean, I don’t think so and that’s all that really matters.
I think I’m going to work on my Arabic homework again. I have a LOT that needs to get done for tomorrow’s class.
Or I can just stay on here for a little while longer and continue to reblog pretty things.
…that I reblogged something before I even create my first post? Before I can even begin to experience the pure adrenaline rush of typing out my very first blog, a joy I’ve been waiting 21 years to experience? (except not really because the internet wasn’t even that big until like the late 90’s early 2000’s. At least, that’s how it was for me because I’m sure I didn’t experience the greatness of the internet until I was in middle school).
Well, I don’t particularly care because I saw this post and I WANTED IT. Wanted it so badly that I delayed my initial, beginning post. The one that would share who I really was to the world, and would make people like me and then I would be popular and then life would be great. exceptnotreally.
I wish I could sit here some more and make my blog all fancy and what not, but, alas, I have a tutorial to work on. Even though I am President of the Procrastinators Club, I’ve done nothing productive since this morning, and I have a bit of a deadline I really need to meet.
So, until I feel like posting again (which may be soon, in order to procrastinate some more), I’m going to take a shower. And it will be epic.