Posts tagged blargh
Posts tagged blargh
There are times when I disagree with the Democratic platform. I’m not sure how I feel about charter schools, for example.
But it doesn’t take much thought to realize that the Republican party actively works against gays, women, minorities, immigrants, muslims, the elderly, children and the poor, so yes, I vote for democrats even when I don’t agree with everything they stand for, because if you aren’t a white dude with a gun or a corporation, the republican leadership doesn’t give a shit about you.
an email I just sent to a friend of mine in response to his email to me that:
“as far as disagreeing with the party platform, you don’t. Ever. That’s fine; that’s why there’s a straight-ticket option. It prevents people from having to think.”
(via c-newt)
Lest we forget that Tebow was in a Focus on the Family commercial. I mean, isn’t that reason enough to harbor ill will toward him?
Aligning yourself with an organization that is vehemently anti LGBT rights, abortion, pornography, premarital sex, extramarital sex, and Darwinism and is one of the main financial contributors to crisis pregnancy centers and pro corporal punishment is enough for me.
I don’t really care about football, but this.
That was the year, my twenty-eighth, when I was discovering that not all promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it had counted after all, every evasion and every procrastination, every mistake, every word, all of it.
Joan Didion, “Goodbye to All That”
Joan Didion is my North Star most days.
(via ewilcox, amywhipple)
I’ve been having weird anxiety about The Future and Growing Up. Usually, as 21 year olds are wont to do, I’m one day at a time, happy go lucky, happy happy. Instead I’m having panic attacks over the GRE without having even taken the practice test yet and have cried twice about choosing the wrong grad program even though I haven’t even applied. It’s just all SO MUCH. And I’m so afraid of the evasions, procrastinations, mistakes and words. I’m so afraid to wake up in my twenty-eighth year and look back and see them all and I can only hope that among the mistakes and evasions I’ll have made some A+ decisions.
(via beenthinking)
Now that I’m done with school terrible stuff I’m going to start giving my blog the attention it needs. I’m going to post more again and reblog and do some summer style original content posting and utilize my phone’s tumblr app and this is going to be a real blog again even if it means losing followers or not getting new ones or whatever bullshit. blargh. i’m guessing this is starting it. also starting to realize the original content was less about not having time and more about not having internet access while fucked up. smart phones rock. long live 1976.
this weekend and I’m a fucking hot mess about it. I understand it was a trauma and it takes some time to get over trauma and it JUST happened and i can’t help the way I feel but I absolutely hate it. I feel like I have no control over my emotions and am having random bursts of tears and paranoia and it is terrible. I’ve shut down so much, I kind of want to go home and haven’t been able to get any work done. I can feel that I’m alienating my friends here and making my parents really concerned about me and getting behind on school stuff but I don’t really know how to cope.
So that’s what seems to be going on currently. I’m open to all and any coping suggestions.
It’s just that kind of day where all you want to do is sit in your bed listening to Adele, eating peanut butter out of the jar with a spoon, trying your best not to sob.
