That Moment...

Wait, how can you murder something with a chicken? Do you just throw a chicken at it or something?

TMW you realize that you're pretending to smoke breadsticks and wonder why you're doing that. You're not a smoker, never smoked a day in your life yet here you are pretending to smoke a breadstick.

Then TMW you remember how once you tricked yourself into believing you were actually smoking (when you were really pretend-smoking a toothpick) and felt a small burning sensation in your lungs.

This is not a good sign, is it? It's not that I want to smoke, have no desire to, I just...feel compelled to pretend-smoke every once in a while when I can.

 

TMW you read something about someone questioning their chain smoking and the validity of or insanity of the whole process, and wonder briefly if you should be worried because the whole thing just made to much sense.

TMW you realize you over think things and that's the likely reason you can't sleep despite a very lame and terrible headache.

 

TMW you wonder how your life would be different if you had studied biochem in undergrad. Alas, my first semester I took an intro to chemistry course with a professor who was clearly not ready to be teaching, and that took care of that aspiration. I still remember that we had a different professor fill in one day, and I think I learned more on that one day than the rest of the semester combined.

 

Massaman curry for this gal

 

That moment when you write a poem for English class about a hipster frat boy who tries to act like rappers too much.

 

That moment when you're not sure if you're crazy.......

Do my mashed potatoes look like a skull to anyone else? I see a skull

http://oi58.tinypic.com/rcnfae.jpg

 

TMW your vibrational frequencies remain unchanged from 10 minutes ago when it was still the 27th of September.

 

Your mom's vibrational frequencies were all over the place last night.

 

TMW you sit in the evening sun and feel a sense of true delight.

 

TMW you feel like talking to people on the internet is like time travel because it's high noon in your slice of life.

 

Well, you have that satisfaction still yet to come, I guess.

 

That moment when you're trying to take a picture of a very bright moon and the neighbors you never met think you're taking pictures of them leading to you feeling slightly awkward as they make sure you're not some stalker.

 

TMW the Super Blood Moon is completely eclipsed ... in cloud cover.

 

TMW when I start to realize that I might need to actually get serious on looking up and reading about who is running for the highest office in my country.

 

TMW the senior BA at work who is a clueless, ignorant, lying fuck, sends out an email about the current project migration, without any consultation with the sole programmer / system designer for the past 5 years (ie me) saying it cannot be automated. Meeting is on Monday. Do I bring an automatable solution to the meeting or let my give a fuck continue to slide into the abyss, as it has been doing since this guy was rehired after being sacked 2 years ago?

The reason this project is a success is down to the people involved to date, and I do not want to give him the opportunity to gain any kudos for coming in at the last moment, being clueless and having me fix up his lack of understanding or skill on an ongoing basis.

Maybe I should have posted this in the unhappy thread. Except I am not unhappy, I am fucked off.

 

TMW the article you wanted/didn't want to be published was actually published, in both the paper version of the newspaper as well as on their website.

Same here. Boo.

 

The fact that it's breadsticks makes this so much funnier.

*laughs at you for days*

 

That moment when you wish you had a camera so you could take a picture of the red-ness that was the moon in a cloud-free sky.

 

That moment when you realise in 30 minutes time you have your first lecture at University! Eek!

 

*flicks breadsticks at you*

 

TMW you come back from lectures, understanding 2 out of the three and finding the one you didnt understand total gibberish (the lecturer might have well been speaking another language for all i cared it was that confusing)

 

I like how you wrote '2 out of three' ...



Enjoy your first year; first year doesn't count towards your final grade and you only need 40% overall to pass. I'm not saying aim for 40% because some employers like to read your grade sheets, but let your wild side tire itself out during the first year, then knuckle down in the second and third.

 

I've gone to Uni at 21 rather than 18, and i managed to tire my wild side before I came here, although, it feels as though a stiff drink and a nap is in order!

 

I went at 26 and still almost turned into a full blown alcoholic. My routine was usually lessons till 3-4 p.m. then hit the student union for pitchers of lager till 6-7 p.m. then the bar across the street for copious amounts of tequila shots, then some clubs for SoCo's ...

I had one hell of a time and my university memories are great, but if I could go back I'd probably put more effort into my grades.

 

That moment when your protagonists are supposed to be fighting but they just wanna love instead.