I’ve sat in the library for 3 hours now trying to study, and I fail.
In the first hour, I was so hyped up on caffeine that the jitteriness short-wired my brain.
In the second hour, I was plagued by the diuretic effect of caffeine.
In the third hour, I was plagued by sleepiness.
I’m currently moving into the fourth hour, I gave up on TRYING to study and decided to embrace tumblr.
Hello friends! Talk to me! I won’t bite, hard.
Photo by my friend Jocelyn. She’s too awesome for words.
At least I get paid to doodle, SUCKAH!!!!!!
Photo taken by my friend Jocelyn =D
This is what happens when you put me at
work REGIME where:
1) There’s no work for more than half of the
work REGIME day (which is almost everyday)
2) Non-existent work is shared between a fully staffed department
3) No internet allowed
4) No books allowed
5) No studying allowed
5) No having fun allowed
This is as productive as I could be before my brain melts away with boredom.
Next thing you know, no doodling might be the next rule.
*GASP* Oh dear! I think I may be too youthful! Doodling, creativity, and brain usage might be too much!! (RE: REGIME!!!!)
Does that sound bad?
I’m not a horrible person, really.
Please give me a chance to explain.
1) To keep my mind off things, things such as the ex (bleh).
2) I’m bored with my life.
3) It’s almost summer time and I’d like to go out and do stuff.
4) I’m bored.
5) I have nothing interesting to blog about and he’d be the perfect topic (to cover up my lack of personality).
6) I’m bored.
7) There are only so many pictures of my niece that I have and can post.
8) I’m bored.
All justifiable reasons. RIGHT?
Oh wait….I might be a horrible person, a teeny tiny bit.
P.S. Currently accepting applications
Now worship me as your new God.
I take food, money, and massages as offerings.
Oh, and maybe some sweet, sweet loving.
This. Is. Fucking. Sick.
*please excuse my language*
It’s real, see?
What they do is take human skin and make leather out of it. A wallet costs $14,000, a belt $15,750.
The company addresses the astronomical pricing, saying their clients “are amongst the lucky few who have everything they could possibly desire.”
In short, the ickiest type of rich person: bored. So you got this bored, rich person just hanging around his mansion waiting to die, and he orders up a belt made out of a dead guy. He can now say to his bored, rich friends: “See this belt? It’s made out of Mark.”
And for a few seconds, he isn’t bored anymore.
On another note, can you imagine an organization as passionate as PETA except for people? PETP? Wow.
In my opinion, PETA is only possible in a bored, rich country. It could never have arisen in, say, Ethiopia.
Anyway. Human fucking leather. How about that?