Is it just me then who sometimes goes into a bookstore and has money for only one book but there’s too many books I want and like the choice is overwhelming and I end up leaving /WITHOUT/ a book and just feel really depressed.
Please say I am not alone.
you are not alone
Definitely not alone
The pacer is a test in gym class/PE that brings a shiver of despair down the spine of any unfortunate soul who has gone through it before. And it’s usually done at least once a year.
Students line up on one side of the gym, eyeing nervously the painted line before the opposite wall that will decide their fate. The teacher hits play on the stereo and a cheery woman’s voice echoes through the gymnasium. fuck that woman’s happy demeanor. She explains the rules as the kids wait anxiously. Get to the other line before the beep plays. Simple enough, right?
"Ready? Begin!" she calls, and the gut wrenching ‘beep!’ plays after.
The kids awkwardly half jog to the other line, with about 3 or 4 seconds before the next beep. Each time the horrendous noise plays they run back and forth to the lines. “Level one, complete” she says, as to pat you on the back for what little victory you’ve achieved.
Not bad, the kids think. But then comes level 2. level 3. With each interval the time between the beeps shorten, and you’re running as fast as you can to the other line. Your foot hits it, you pivot, the beep plays, youre running again. Your lungs burn, your throat is sore, your heart is on the verge of an attack. No rest. No mercy.
A girl is the first to crawl over to the instructor, defeated. Seeing one has fallen, other students begin to follow since “at least theyre not the first ones out”. Clutching their chests they bail out of the test. One girls crying. You can’t tell if the boy on the gym floor is alive or not. Three kids left for the water fountain and still havent made it back.
And then, the fallen sit there, watching the myths, the legends, the kids who have made it past 100 laps. 120. 150. When they finally collapse a cheer erupts from the students. Theyre heroes.
But the excitement only lasts for so long as the next round of nervous kids line up, who opted to go in the second wave and prolong their torture. The womans voice kicks back up. The beep plays. The cycle continues.
kinda want to eat healthy and exercise
kinda want to consume my body weight in ice cream
nobody’s ever really happy to find out they’ve stayed up too late.
it used to be a cool achievement but now it’s like
"fuck. god damn it. not again. shit."
hey i heard u like bad girls, i dont mean to brag or anything but im really really bad. at everything.
Do you ever have that moment when a kid is looking at you and you realize that they’re looking at you as a grown up? Then its like no child im a children too, dont. Im sorry my outward appearance confuses you.
do you ever get your period and just think about your recent behavior like wow that explains a lot
people who still make fun of people for studying
I found a small calculator in my room and disassembled it, which yielded 5 distinct pieces: the back, the keys, the front (in blue), the key pad (in red), and the motherboard/screen/battery (in yellow).
Going into this, I didn’t really have a plan; I’m pretty sure I got sidetracked by the excitement of whoa this is what’s in a calculator?! In retrospect, I maybe should’ve thought this out a little better instead of plopping things down where they felt best, but I don’t think it turned out too badly. The key pad, in red, reminds me of a tire track and I like that the front part of the calculator, in blue, is vaguely tardis-y.
Great low-tech use of a high tech (at least it was once) object.
I couldn’t help but notice that a lot of the songs in Frozen have similar words, so this happened.
Having a pet is so weird. Like neither of you speak each other’s language and yet you form some strong bond by rubbing against each other and sleeping together and you might accidentally kick them in the face or step on their tail once in a while but at the end of the day you two are best buddies from entirely different species.