Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 25

A Pinteresting Tumbl of a Day ~ Christmas Edition!

This episode was so sad, but this little bit here made up for it.
(And don't worry, this is queued -- I'm probably not awake yet anyway.)
Merry Christmas!


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Saturday, December 7

The Finals are Coming

Here it is.
The week all students dread:
FINALS WEEK.

It's that week in the semester when BOOM everyone shows up again and you're just sitting in class like "I thought everyone had dropped this class".
It's that time when everyone - students and professors alike - are just so tired that everything is funny. Not seems funny. Is funny.
For example, one of my classmates was tossing an object into the air and catching it during one of our classes. Wasn't bothering anyone. Suddenly our professor turns around and does a double take.
"Is that a hard boiled egg?"
My friend and I started laughing hysterically as our classmate just stared at him.
"No. . . "
"What is that?"
"It's lip balm. . ."
"Oh okay."
"Do you have something against hard hard boiled eggs?"
"I really do not like hard boiled eggs."
"Okay. . ."
Our class was not the same that day.

And here is a haiku about finals:
I can't remember
I learned this four months ago
No no no no no





































This is not an overreaction.
Trust me, it is not.

Wednesday, December 4

A Pinteresting Tumbl of a Day

If Bud had black fur and we had grass this tall . . . well, that'd be him.
 
 
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Wednesday, November 13

In Defense of Those Who Drive as a Madman

People will say that I am a scary person to ride with.
That is totally not true.
What people don't understand is that I drive with purpose.
I drive to get from Point A to Point B with minimal distance in between.
Even when I'm not in a hurry, I strive to drive with purpose, because I don't want to be that person I'd yell at if I were trying to get somewhere.
Not that I yell at people. . .
Because I totally don't. . .
But I kinda view going slow(er than the rest of the traffic -- you may well be doing the speed limit, but hey, you're still going slow) as rude and selfish behavior. It's one thing if you're in the right lane.
That's where slower traffic belongs.
But if you're in the left lane, and you're riding even with traffic in the right lane, you're trapping everyone behind you.
Think about it.
Somebody could be going to a job interview.
Somebody could be trying to catch a flight.
Somebody could be going to a doctor's appointment.
Somebody might have to pee.
And for crying out loud, if your cell phone distracts you,
GET OFF OF IT.

This has been a PSA.

Monday, November 4

On Medical Conditions. . .

No, I haven't changed my mind and become a nursing major.
I'm still an English major.
Yet this is a unique merging of the two realms.
I don't know if any nurses or doctors have actually seen this, but I have, and it's terrifying enough to me.
And yes, this is sort of a grammar rant.

Alzheimer's Disease
I cannot count how many times I've heard this butchered. I know I have very little to stand on, because I butcher words all the time, but I can say that I've never said this particular word this badly. 
Y'all, it is not "All-timers" Disease.
There is not a T in "Alzheimer's".
There just isn't.
Stop putting it there.
Please.

Diabetes
Okay, I saw this on Tumblr, so there's no telling whether the poster was serious or just being funny, but "diabetes" is one word.
Just one.
It's not "die of beaties".
I realize it kind of sounds like that, but it's all together.

Lactose Intolerance
This one really takes the cake.
I'm not even really sure where that phrase comes from, but it's true.
I have seen this on Google searches.
On Facebook.
On Tumblr.
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
Granted, on Tumblr they all flipped out, but still.
People, this particular disorder where your body does not properly manufacture lactase and milk makes you gassy and nauseous is not "lack toast and tolerant".
I kid you not.
A "lack toast and tolerant" disorder means that you lack charred bread slices and are a very understanding person and for some reason you are not happy about this state of affairs.


But yeah.
This has been a PSA.

Friday, October 25

High Five for Friday!

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1 ~ Business Writing Class
Doesn't sound like it would be, but that class can be a blast.
We're supposed to be working on proposals for a program for our college, which actually is pretty interesting, but we talked about every type of project but that for about half the class Wednesday.
But classes like that are usually only fun because of the professor. . .

2 ~ Professors Who Cancel Class on Fridays
Yep, it's my Business Writing professor.
He's awesome.
And to his credit, he cancels class on Friday because we turn in a report on our work, so it's not like we're getting a totally free pass.
But still.

3 ~ I got the internship I really wanted!
I've been volunteering at a local non-profit organization for about two semesters, and the work I've been doing has become more and more computer based and complicated.
(One of them actually didn't realize I was a volunteer and was about to hire me as a consultant.)
But now, I can get college credit for working, and I'll get a ton of experience!

4 ~ Mushrooms
I just love mushrooms, but we don't often have them.
We did last night, and that made me very happy.
And while we're on the subject of food. . .

5 ~ Doggy Antics
. . . Our dog Bud has a bad habit of begging.
We don't cave.
"Never?"
"Never! -- Well, hardly ever. . ."
But last night, I heard the telltale sounds of happy licking.
I had dropped some food earlier and picked it up and threw it out, but I figured Bud was just savoring the vapors.
Um, no.
He climbed onto my chair and ate an entire bowl of fettuccine alfredo.
Doggone it.