“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”
Sara: College class of 2012 (English major, Gender and Sexuality Studies minor), looking for work/applying to grad school, writer, clarinetist.
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So, I almost never remember my dreams, but here’s one from right before I woke up this morning:
So, I was walking into the multi-purpose/lunch room of my elementary school, and walked up behind friend A. She was sitting at one of the long combination table/bench things that fold out of the wall, and as I got there, I realized that B and C (two dudes) were also there. And then I guess we were all just chilling?
Next thing I knew, we were all at some kind of formal dance in my elementary school gym, and friend D (a woman) was also there. I got the feeling that many other friends were also there, but those four were the ones that I specifically recognized/remember. There was some kind of platform stage set up on one side and a young woman was singing and playing a guitar on it, but no one was dancing, we were all just standing around. For some reason, D and I were wearing the same dress, and then I realized that I was wearing my glasses because I’d forgotten to put my contacts in, and then…I woke up.
Happy Mother’s Day!
You really only understand how drunk you are when you’re peeing
I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE.
I generally end up finding the whole thing really hilarious, which is a pretty good indication of not being sober.
3. Nothing fills you with more rage than getting on a crowded subway car and suddenly hearing, “It’s showtime!”
When this happens, I become the WORST version of myself.
I’m not a New Yorker and I’d be so pissed.
I think this kind of rage is common to mass transit-y places.
Example: I’ve twice been on a DC metro train when this one man decided it was his mission to VERY LOUDLY IN THE MORNING sing hymns ON EACH CAR. That’s right, at each station, he gets off the car he was on and moves down to the next one in the train.
It was way too early for that kind of intrusion, and everyone was angry.
- previous set of bras: stayed ok-ish, but cups didn’t fit quite right such that strange bulges formed above them, which prompted constant adjustments throughout the day which were weird to do in public and were really annoying to deal with all the time. Elastic-type straps dug in somewhat, OWWWWWW.
- bras before that: fit really well, but over the course of the day, the otherwise comfortable straps would loosen (the clip thing would slide down) a ton, which was really not great at helping me and my boobs fight against gravity.
- NEW BRAS THAT ARRIVED TODAY THAT I NOW LOVE OH MY GOD: great fit, so far staying really well, lovely comfort but not grandma-ish straps, PASSED THE THIN AND CLINGY TSHIRT TEST, HOLY CRAP, WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT. Bonus: I got them on sale with a JC Penney promotion where if you bought at least two bras, all of them were half off. HALF. OFF.
No matter where you’re buying them from (even if you’re planning to buy them in person), I highly, HIGHLY recommend perusing the bras and the reviews at HerRoom, especially since the really popular bras have enough reviews that you can very likely see what someone who wears your size (or one near/like it) thinks of them!
Feeling oddly territorial over elementary and middle school memories.
Dude I super don’t like went to high school with people I knew in elementary and/or middle school, and it’s weird to see him interacting with them on facebook.
Take an example from…just a few minutes ago, actually.
Tagged in a post he just made are one of the girls I was close with in middle school but failed to keep in contact with after that, as well as the boy I hung out with while we were both patrols in fifth grade and who retaught me how to use your hands to make a fluttering bird call kind of sound after I forgot how my dad had taught me. I recently dug up a drawing he’d made in middle school and had apparently given to me.
Just…I would like that slime off my memories, please.
Rep. Kyrsten Sinema, first Congressperson to officially describe her religion as “none,” is sworn in not on the Bible, but on the document she’s actually supposed to be protecting and upholding—the Constitution.
Edit: She’s also the first openly bisexual Congressperson. (via eyesdriftskyward)
[Fun fact: James Madison remains the only president to take his oath of office on a book of laws, rather than the Bible.]
While making no commentary on the religious angle at play, doesn’t it seem like using the U.S. Constitution for swearing-ins makes a lot more sense, as a function of government?
Like when your sock gets wet and feels all clingy and gross.
Like when you forget about your tea for a while, so when you take your next sip, it’s suddenly room temperature and vile.
Like when you look down and realize your fly’s unzipped/dress or shirt is unbuttoned/skirt has hiked up/there’s a hole in the worst spot in your pants.
Like when you put your hand on a stair railing and immediately remove it because what the hell is that stuff now on it?!
That feeling: I’m having it.
An acquaintance just posted on Facebook about meeting Junot Díaz, so I double checked the date, AND IT’S RIGHT NOW AT THE CENTRAL LIBRARY OF MY COUNTY’S LIBRARY SYSTEM, RIGHT BY MY HIGH SCHOOL, BUT I FORGOT TO PLAN TO GO THERE AND NOW IT’S TOO LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*holds your hand*
*grips offered hand like it’s saving me from drowning*
Well, I sat down and watched all of Broadchurch, and in return, it ripped my heart out.