Anonymous asked: And how was mystery bread? Pls deliver OP
Ahaha you misunderstand! It was ‘Questionable Bread’, not mystery bread!
… in the sense that it was questionable whether or not it was still… edible. Seeing as my friend had bought it a week before at 85 degrees…
As she says… I am the garbage disposal.
It was delightful. The glaze on the outside was still mildly sweet, and there were small slices of ham baked into it. It had ham and cheese for filling, and seeing as my innards haven’t managed to bleed out my other end, I would say the cheese still hadn’t gone bad. Which is surprising, because I don’t know if Jocelyn took any care to preserve that bread.
So you know… not bad. I’d do it again.
Anonymous asked: Because links are not allowed, look up "How The People We Once Loved Become Strangers Again" on Thought Catalog. I think you'd enjoy it.
Hello Anon! Shame that you seemingly don’t have a tumblr, or else this could have been private messaged instead of published.
Gonna be honest here: I’m not a fan of Thought Catalog; this article was well written, but that’s really all I can say about it. I’m glad, though, that it didn’t turn out to be one of the many list-articles on TC.
I think the reason why I can’t say I dig it is because I can’t really relate to it; sure, I’m afraid of becoming distant with the people I’m currently close with, but I’ve accepted it and I know how to aid that situation. Of the 4 topics tagged at the end (Breakups, Love and Sex, Relationships… yes I count love and sex as separate topics), I can relate to one of them… maybe.
Once again, it’s a well-written article. I can only represent myself when I say I don’t enjoy it, and I’m sure it brings new perspectives to many people, just not to me.
What are your thoughts, anon?
How now, Brown Cloud
I didn’t get into Illinois. Honestly, I didn’t have any motivation of going there.
But I was just really bummed that there was a place I didn’t get into (it’s only the second school I’ve heard back from, but I don’t want to start a trend here). I was really… just really hoping I’d get in EVERYWHERE. It’s a pipe dream, I knew and know that.
Some context: a few days ago my mom called me like she usually does. Asked if I had heard back from any other schools, because some of her friends’ kids were starting to hear back.
I told her no, that they should be coming out in the middle of March, or around then.
Her response? “Oh… well if it’s been this long and they haven’t sent you an acceptance yet… I’m pretty sure it means that…”
I had gotten the email at 8:35 am, according to gmail, but I hadn’t seen it until about 6, in Econ 132 lecture. I shrugged it off, but the realization didn’t actually hit me until class was out and I was walking with Jocelyn and Matt^2.
I forced myself to study in Geisel with Jocelyn for a bit, but after a short time the only thing keeping me from breaking down and snapping was the music blaring in my ears. Even had to make up some bullshit reason to tell Jocelyn that I was leaving at 8.
It’s bullshit. Absofuckinglutely bullshit. I didn’t even want to go there. Not like I wanted to not go there (does that even make sense…? I was just really neutral about the whole place)… but I’m feeling this way purely out of spite towards my parents.
Because in the end, it’s not disappointment I’m afraid of, it’s the lack thereof. I don’t want a repeat of 4 years ago; my parents’ nonchalant dismissal of my rejection from Berkeley hurt like no other, because they didn’t expect anything of me to begin with.
I wanted to get in everywhere, to prove to them, and maybe one day, myself, that they should damn well expect things of me. Great things. Fucking amazing things.
But I guess… realistically, I can’t really expect anything of them. I don’t even know why I care about their impression.
It fucking hurts though.
"Standing on this thing makes me feel powerful"
I read an article a while ago on statistically the most attractive male name, and the article stated that traditional names (i.e. Biblical names) like Joseph, John, Matthew, David, Luke were ranked highest on their surveys of ‘attractiveness’ whereas more ‘unique’ and ‘exotic’ names were lower down the line. It wasn’t even just physical attractiveness, the survey had the takers rank the names in terms of success, etc. Same deal.
And for some reason (that’s a lie, we all know the reason) I was really hit by this, moreso than I feel like I should have been. To the extent where, when meeting new people, if any of them ever told me that I had an interesting name, I would physically cringe and force myself to eke out a smile and a thanks.