“…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.
I post and reblog: things I think are pretty, things that intrigue me, things I'm a fan of, and things I care about.
Common themes include: books, writing, movies, more books, cozy beds, breakfasts, Doctor Who, Sherlock, feminist issues, and occasional pieces of my life.
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I ALMOST FORGOT SOMETHING SMALL BUT AWESOME THAT HAPPENED.
I made pumpkin pie to bring to my cousin’s house for Thanksgiving, and we realized we’d forgotten to think about whipped cream. Also, I am pretty certain I’m somewhat lactose intolerant, so I figured I’d grab some of those lactase pills to make Thanksgiving more fun for me.
So I’m running down the steps near the grocery store while my parents are waiting in the car as we’re on our way to my cousin’s, when I pass a group of three young men/boys (some of the ages were unclear since I was whipping past them) going up the stairs.
One of them was pretty definitely my first Serious Crush, from middle school. We went to high school together, too, but I was over it by then (and thank goodness: I’m pretty sure he turned out to be kind of homophobic and politically different from me in a way that makes me uncomfortable).
But the important thing: I was wearing an amazing dress, had on subtle but nice eye makeup, had on an excellent purple winter coat, had on my newish and beautiful grey leather gloves, and felt altogether extremely attractive and poised.
CHOKE ON THAT, AWKWARD MIDDLE SCHOOL ME AND JERKFACE ONE-TIME CRUSH.
We got to babysit this sweet baby and her nearly two-year-old brother while their mom ran and got her hair done. There’s just nothing like holding a sleeping baby.
One of my high school classmates posted something on Facebook and then one of my college classmates liked it and commented on it.
WHAT IS HAPPENING, HOW DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?!
I was reading my great grandmother’s high school yearbook from 1931 and there’s a comment about each student and they are so fucking sassy with their comments
This reminds me of the description of my great grandfather (mother’s mother’s father) in his junior year of college yearbook.
From the 1928 Halcyon from Swarthmore College (note: he was demonstrably not even a little bit overweight):
Vainly looked at tumblr activity, noticed that the number of notes under “today” had dropped, stared in confusion for a second, then realized that it’s now “tomorrow” because it’s past midnight and I just hadn’t noticed.
Don’t mind me, just sitting here, telling time via tumblr activity.
Clearly, it’s past my bedtime.
Hormones? (Legit question not “Period? Hahahahahahaha, lady stuff.”)
I’m a little mystified.
Guys, I’m a little bit off today. Cute things and heroic children on my dash are making me tear up.
I mean, I generally cry very easily, but this is ridiculous.
I just want boys to give me their sweaters so i can smell like them and they can freeze and die in the harsh, unforgiving winter and womenkind can emerge in the spring victorious
Yes, but also, true story:
The hall I lived on senior year had a free pile, where you could ditch crap that wasn’t quiiiiiiiiiite garbage and anyone could take whatever they wanted.
One of the horrible freshman boys on the hall (loud, obnoxious, immature, etc.) left a sweater there. How do I know it was one of them? Read on.
I absolutely snatched it up because it is a glorious black and grey striped Kenneth Cole sweater with a perfect v-neck. It remains my favorite sweater to this day.
However: it took several washes to get rid of the icky, sickly sweet and musky, Axe (or similar), man-child smell out if it.
I am feeling so incredibly relieved that Ken Cuccinelli, our current, horrifying clown of an attorney general, will not be our next governor.
I am excited that the next governor of Virginia will be a Democrat.
Congrats, governor-elect Terry McAuliffe!
This is one of the most pleasant and comfortable bus trips I’ve ever had, so far. The new and oh so rockin’ Veronica Mars movie tshirt helps, for sure.
My last-minute office costume.
I think I’m pretty scary.
OkCupid is a strange place, and I haven’t even communicated with anyone yet.
People are so afraid of women who aren’t looking for approval
There was this guy who started at my high school sophomore year, and he made it his business to antagonize and undermine any of the girls who were academically high achieving. He was reacting as if he saw them (us) as threats.
- Being all creepy and tracing the design on my friend’s shirt when he sat behind her in government class.
- I got stuck sitting in a group with him for a bit in Spanish class senior year, and he spent the entire time telling me how much he hated my above friend and how I should just shut up because nobody cared what I had to say. As in he said that every time the teacher asked a question or prompted us to discuss something in our groups. Etc. Etc. Etc. I begged my teacher to change our assigned seating, and bless her otherwise not good at teaching heart, she did, but I didn’t think to do anything else about him.
I’m not sure if I was Facebook friends with him, but as soon as we graduated, I blocked him on Facebook and thanked my lucky stars that he was going to school on the west coast.
The best part of all of this was when kind of an annoyingly cocky but generally nice young teacher carefully let slip that he agreed that this guy was absolutely scum.
Fucking horrible asshole. It’s only in writing this out that I’m thinking that maybe some of my continuing insecurities stem from all this crap.