sometimes it's you

Sometimes, I'm not so good at the internet, but I try. I'm just sick of wasting all this paper and I wanna learn fast. Former English major prerequisite blog: http://sometimesitsyou.blogspot.com

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I am mostly over here now.

I've had some seller's remorse lately - I miss you guys.

Hopefully I'll see you all on the other side.

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timeonfire:

[newsweekscience]

[littleorphanammo]

thepoliticalpartygirl:

Now that, Alanis, is ironic.

bul·ly 1 

n. pl. bul·lies  A real life ruffian.   A person who is habitually cruel or overbearing, especially to smaller or weaker people.  

not a bul·ly 1 

n. pl. not a bul·lies  a cruel and overbearing insecure, douchbag lunatic who draws cum dripping down young women’s chins and out their vaginas on the internet for all their friends and family to see and mock!  If it’s on the internet it’s ok.

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When will people stop listening to anything Perez Hilton says? When will he crawl back into his little hole with Spencer Pratt and the Salahis and leave the rest of us alone?

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sexartandpolitics:

Sunday is when we clean ALL the things.

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midwesternrefugee:

This ad claims that drinking Pabst will calm your nerves, aid in sleep, and help digestion.

OK fine. I’ll give you the first two.

But a digestive aid? Really??

The only thing a Pabst product has ever done for my digestive tract is burn holes in it.

Jesus, just thinking about a Pabst right now is giving me the shits.

Yikes, I gotta go.

This was one of my relatives. Scary, I know.

[warrennotg-blog]

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rosasparks:

(via warrennotg)

YOU. GUYS!

I've been dreaming about blogging this for years. Literally, YEARS.

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Kenneth: I'm worried about my bird, Sonny Crocket. Would you mind going to my apartment and feeding him?

Tracy: Yeah, ok. Birds are like little dinosaurs, so what I'll be doing is actually pretty cool and brave.

-30 Rock

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How to be Friends with an Extrovert

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littleorphanammo:

ultraprison:

(I forgot that I wrote this and left it in Drafts until just now!)

I keep seeing that list about being friends with an introvert. Here are some tips for being friends with the other side of the spectrum.

(Unlike the introvert list, this isn’t a bunch of instructions on how to treat us so we don’t get uncomfortable. This is more of an “FYI” scenario.)

1) We don’t like silence.

Silence - “awkward” or not - feels wrong to an extrovert. Either turn the radio on in the car or prepare for a barrage of conversation. We’re talkers.

2) We talk to strangers.

If the person in front of us in line brings up how they aren’t sure if you can substitute a salad here, expect us to jump in and tell them. We talk to people walking their dogs and the guy with the shirt from the college we went to. You do not have to join these conversations! But we will have them.

3) We’re loud.

Sometimes we don’t realize how loud our voices have gotten. This is a side effect of theater training, which almost all of us have. Please try to put it nicely when you tell us we’re a few decibels too high.

4) We want to try new things.

If we go to the gym and someone says a new hot yoga class is starting in ten minutes and it’s free and would we like to go, yes, yes we would. New ride at local amusement park? GET SOME. Meet person from Tumblr? WHEN AND WHERE OMG NEW FRIENDS.

5) We’re storytellers.

A lot of the time, after someone tells a story, an extrovert will jump in with “oh, that reminds me of this one time…” It’s not that we didn’t listen to your story or that we don’t care. We’re just relating to you in our favorite form of communication: talking.

6) Some of us don’t like talking on the phone either.

I don’t think this has much to do with introverted versus extroverted. Just because someone is an extrovert doesn’t mean they’re free at any time to talk to someone for 45 minutes on the phone. Gchat, on the other hand, is a form of communication we are always open to.

This is so totally me.  HAHAHAH!  Except I am totally AOK with silence.  I talk to strangers constantly.  CONSTANTLY.  About everything.  I compliment people a lot.  Like.  A LOT.  I’m always “OOOH!  I love your dress” “Gorgeous coat!” “THOSE are great shoes” to total strangers.  Sometimes I even compliment their jewlery and hair or lipstick shade or sunglasses.  Seriously.  I can’t seem to stop myself, I just shout it out if they’re too far away.

AHAHAH! 

I should probably stop that.

(HEY I just did the storytelling thing!  BARHAR!)

Weirrrrrd, I was reading this, and I just assumed I'd written this post earlier tonight. Which might be because I'm drunk (it's definitely because I'm drunk). But what I mean to say is, yes, this is very good. The storytelling thing is a rough one, especially since I also hate talking on the phone and making conversation with strangers I haven't chosen.

[abangupjob]

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gauntlet:

noraleah:

abangupjob:

Women Who Hit Hard

really need to play more tennis

Jaw-dropping portfolio.

[sovietpostcards]

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(via sovietpostcards)

[plantinglilacs]

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missworld:

plantinglilacs:

The Royal Tenenbaums 

GPOYW?

[thecurvature]

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gauntlet:

thecurvature:

Wikipedia offered no insight into why storks are portrayed as bearers of children, but it did offer this really fucking awesome postcard.

Which, ironically, is kind of how I view childbirth. 

[mrgolightly]

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tulletulle:

missworld:

bladeaok:

conceptualcourtneylove:boiledbones:moneyhungrywoman:bravenewpaul:

always reblog this

LESBIAN RATE.

Science at its best. Maybe I’ll really impress my biology teacher if I bring this handy fact to the first day of school tomorrow.

(I don’t know if it’s even relevant to biology. I don’t even get what biology is! And yet, I am so excited for tomorrow, if only to carry around my pretty collaged planner and enjoy the smell of new pencils.)

Snooki articulates an impressive display of logic.

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Speaking of my foray back onto Jezebel today, I'm getting a feeling that this woman is my spirit animal. (Her stomach says "I am independent.")

via

[carry-onbaggage]

But the Kate Spade wedge heels are not just one candidate’s shoes. They seem to be the shoes of a circle of younger women aspiring to power or already in it, women directly and indirectly passing on to one another ways of navigating the particular challenges of being a woman in the public eye. A woman must look put-together, but not as if she is a slave to fashion; she must look groomed, but never be spotted grooming.

In Kate Spade wedges, blazing campaign trails - NYTimes.com

A comment on the not-so-subtle way women’s fashion choices play a role in the way the public perceives them, and our ability to take fashionable women seriously.

(via -forthebirds-)

Obviously this is getting a pretty big reaction on Jezebel. In fact, I went to Jezebel for the first time today to check up on something other than the New Jersey housewives (okay, also, it is Tuesday so I knew I'd get a little about them too) today to see how people felt about this article. Not surprisingly, I felt differently.

Here's how I feel: Obviously, let's stop caring about what kind of shoes I'm wearing and start focussing on what kind of job I'm doing instead! Even if on some days I'd prefer it was the other way around, because I've got some snazzy shoes (mostly TOM'S). Secondly, I like those shoes, and would be interested in making someone buy them for me. Third, you know what, I'd like more advice on shoes that don't make me look like a stripper but also make me taller without making my feet turn into battlegrounds. Dressing for the job I want, and all that. So you know what? Carry on. Because I think we should be able to talk about this kind of thing without worrying that people are going to stop taking us seriously. You better believe those white dudes in the Senate feel super proud of themselves when they bond over brands of seersucker suits. So why can't women do the same thing? Shoes are serious business, man. 

[claudia]

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claudia:

The ‘Show Me the Word’ leggings measures your attitude by the length of your skirt, from peligrosa to seductora..

[littleorphanammo]

social institutions are missing out on young people contributing to productivity and growth. Of course, the recession complicates things, and even if every 20-something were ready to skip the “emerging” moratorium and act like a grown-up, there wouldn’t necessarily be jobs for them all. So we’re caught in a weird moment, unsure whether to allow young people to keep exploring and questioning or to cut them off and tell them just to find something, anything, to put food on the table and get on with their lives.

Just listen to the patronizing bullshits on this would you?  And that’s the big problem, isn’t it? Social institutions are missing out on the labor.  Also, it’s true that the recession makes things oh so complicated.  GEEZ GUYS I hope the overseers and holders of the reins of life will allow everyone to ‘keep exploring’!  It’s not like everyone isn’t taking any shit job they can find just to pay the bills or anything.  That’s not at all happening to anyone I know.  Good thing you have smrt adults at the ready to talk down to you and remind you to stop wandering! (via littleorphanammo)

I have had just about enough of articles wondering how we are ever going to make a productive society out of so many twenty-somethings who refuse to grow up, or get jobs, or do anything useful, OMG! I'm also pretty sick of the baby boomers writing these articles and contributing to these ideas about an entire generation. When they were are age, I'm pretty sure they were sitting in a mud pit burning their bras and holding hands, but that was okay because it was part of a political movement?  Even if these journalists writing these articles were too young for that, I'd like to know what they and their friends were doing in their twenties that was absolutely so earth-shattering that they're completely let down by our performance. I don't Not only is it pretty normal to live at home until you're employed, or take a job doing literally anything to pay your bills and your loans, but I know for a fact that my parents did the same thing! In 1980! So what is the big deal that it is still happening now? That's less of a generational phenomena and something that's just been happening, that we've been refusing to acknowledge.

I hate listening to the idea, over and over, that kind, generous, rich adults are allowing us to meander, allowing us to explore and find our special unique snowflake selfs because they're just so tolerant and patient. Isn't it responsible to find a career that you genuinely enjoy? On top of that, I just really don't know these people. The people around me are doing just about anything to hold a steady job, and even though I don't know what "acting like a grown up" means, I'm pretty sure that being responsible for your own shit is a pretty good indication of that, which is something a lot of Americans, no matter how old, no matter how important their job, seem to kind of stink at doing.