After pulling an all-nighter writing a paper my brain to mouth filter completely disappears. It’s some kind of science thing I think. I should not be allowed to leave my house when this happens because when I do…..this.
Professor: My grandson can eat peanut butter off a spoon.
Me: Yeah but to be fair, so can my dog.
Me: But he doesn’t have opposable thumbs so your grandson is still ahead of him on that one.
And that is the exact moment I failed that class. Learn from my stupid awkward mistakes y’all and don’t speak when your filter is not functional.
For really reals y’all, grad school is kicking my butt a little bit. So welcome to my weekly feature called “Grad School For Real” where I basically just get real about grad school. I realize the title sort of just gives it away.
Pre-grad school: Mosquitos? Isn’t too cold for mosquitos? Weird.
Post-grad school: Why are there mosquitos? It’s too cold for them isn’t it? Isn’t it? I can’t handle this. I don’t understand. WHY? We are all doomed.
Fun fact: I wrote this post instead of working on a research paper. Yay!/Yay?
My Auto-Correct keeps changing the word “look” to “loom”. Why? I don’t know how to weave. Why does my phone think I can weave? Do I secretly know how to weave and my phone knows I can but I somehow don’t? Or does my phone think I need to learn to weave and is being super passive agressive about it?
What is Auto-Correct trying to tell me???
Last night, I overheard a man in line behind me at the grocery store say “I’ll put that ass on blast.” He wasn’t joking. Is this a thing people say seriously?
I can’t stop thinking about this. It’s haunting me. I need to know more.
We are heading to Roots N Blues N BBQ for the weekend. My thought about that is – Yay!
If you find a partner who can hang in there with you through food poisoning and at the end of one of the worst most disgusting days of your life, that person looks you in the eyes and tells you that you’re beautiful, never ever let that person go.
Captain Thoughtful – I will never ever let you go. Thank you for thinking I’m beautiful even when I just puked my life up for 17 hours straight.
Is there anything worse than being at a really really good part in a book and then realizing you have to go to work/class?