I feel that yard sard sign’s pain I have moments like that all the time. I remember my friend and I trying to make a lemonade stand and on the sign I painted “lemonlemade

i misread that as satan at first

Things saimin is misheard as: semen
Things saimin is misread as: satan

shit 

saimin is really good　

“We see now flaw in our naming scheme. The “rear end” muscles are not supposed to be called “glutimous maximus” they are to be called “bootimus maxibooty” — a real life scientist

I remember what was a really pivotal moment in me quitting my job to focus on school was trying to volunteer at the art museum. I remember it was a month after my uncle died, things were really going down hill, and the form asked me what my current GPA was. “Wow”, i thought, “I really have no idea.” I didn’t want to formally check because I was scared. i did however, seek out my grades for two out of five of my classes and found out I was failing big time. Not only would I have a shitty GPA to not get into the volunteer program, “WOW WHAT AM I DOING LOOKING AT THIS FORM? WHY AREN’T I??? STUDYING???” and it turned into “what am I doing at this job where I’m miserable and can’t do anything when I’m done, not even my homework” and I quit on a whim, focused on my grades, and I turned it all around. I’m filling out the form now and even though I feel really hmm guilty about not having a job, it’s nice being able to have a type of pride thinking “why WOULDN’T they want to ‘hire me’ (whatever the word is) for their volunteer program.” A couple months ago I was worried I hardly even would have had a 2.5 gpa but now filling this out I have a 4.0.

what a bad mood i am in, kicks everyone in the knees and then laughs