"I excel in my awful work ethic. I have one talent - running on a treadmill. I guarantee you, two things will only happen if you decide to try to run on a treadmill with me. Either you step off, or I die."
That type of pain must be absolutely surreal. Absolutely straight out of the movies, this kind of insanity. My heart goes out to those parents. I can’t imagine how I’d feel if it was my baby brother. The grief is incalculable.
lmfao so i was listening to spotify and kind of zoning out and all the sudden this ad for Pier 1 Imports comes on and this woman shouts “ANDREA!” in the ad but i looked up and i thought someone was inside my head or something and i was like omgomgomg what is going on whos there and my heart was beating hecka fast and i was looking around everywhere (keep in mind this is all happening in the span of like .5 seconds) and then i realized it was the ad and then i was okay again
this is kind of strangely the funniest thing I’ve read all week…LOL
“A bell clanged upon her heart. She felt him seize her hand: `Come!’
All the seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing her into them: he would drown her. She gripped with both hands at the iron railing.
No! No! No! It was impossible. Her hands clutched the iron in frenzy. Amid the seas she sent a cry of anguish.
He rushed beyond the barrier and called to her to follow. He was shouted at to go on, but he still called to her.
She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.”—James Joyce (Eveline - Dubliners)
“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don’t know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.”—Ernest Hemingway (via edwardedgarjames)
You have the weirdest conversations with Tim Lo in the car..
he said, “Dan, I don’t believe in soulmates. I think at a certain point you learn to see the good in everyone; and you learn to love that good so much that eventually the flaws don’t matter to you anymore. When you see the good in everyone, anyone, can be your soulmate.”
So i thought maybe i’d write about the cape competition i went through yesterday, maybe just a little bit, to try to shove out a text post that i’ve never written and my tumblr seems devoid of lately (because obviously cool people write text posts on private tumblrs … assholes)
Anyways, my greatest fear is chewed gum. My second greatest fear, as it turns out, is rich white men sitting in a lucas classroom with watches half the size of my dad’s salary staring at me and wondering just how retarded I sound as I’m pitching an idea.
It’s a very unique experience, in the fact that, when it was all over, they started complimenting us and saying we did a rather good job and we should go forth with our idea. To tell you the truth, either our pitch was fan-fucking-tastic, or they thought we looked like cute critters in suit pitching a really cute idea and we were altogether oh-so adorable with our ravishing powerpoint.
I mean, their condescension aside, i appreciated the nice comments nonetheless.
Plus, one of my judges was THE CHAIR OF BOARD AT BELLARMINE. DO YOU KNOW HOW INSANE THAT IS?
HE’S LIKE THE FUCKING GOD-KING OF BELLARMINE.
Anyways he just sat there with his legs crossed and smiled quite cockily as I cracked jokes and such. For the most part, a lot of the judges gave us positive feedback and they wanted to see our product. Some even hinted investing opportunities, and gave me their contact info. A lot of positive support and energy that I appreciated.
Anyways, we didn’t end up winning bullshit, which sucked, because I would have loved to have walked away with a 1000 dollars, but of course, BeerMan won (And Social WImzy too. Which is fucking ridiculous until you realized Wimzy practiced for days ahead and called up actual investors to sharpen his presentation)
BeerMan was just exceptionally charismatic.
But anyways. It was the first time that my presentation skills, just weren’t enough. I mean usually preparation comes into play, but in terms of style and speaking ability and powerpoint presentation - the sparkcharge guy, or formerly known as taco fusion guy, had a really innovative design that actually raised my eyebrows quite heftily. He had a good presentation.
Anyways, we went to the cape dinner and had free filet mignon by the boatload (thanks, rich people!) and we had to embarrassingly yell out Brandon Young was missing (And also Tim). I collapsed into my bed and fell asleep when I got home.