Fire, queen of my heart <3
I’ve had this practically finished for a month now, but I kept on messing with it in an attempt to make Fire as scary-pretty as possible. I don’t think I’ve quite done her justice, but this is probably as good as it’s going to get, so here you go :)
It was a bad decision to go to sleep so late when I has to be up so early. I can’t imagine why I thought it would be a good idea. The two and a half hours I spent in school this morning included a lot of groaning and then some arguing. This was because it had been over a week since I’d seen certain people and, other than the rather affectionate welcoming I got from them, the rest of the session was spent being as irritating as possible. Of all that time, I probably only did about an hour of work, which is only further proof that I’m well on my way to failure. (Though maybe I’d have worked if I’d let myself eat before turning up.)
I made myself feel useful by walking home. And felt the opposite of that when I got home and went to sleep. Right up until I had to collect my sister. What’s the point? There is also the general consensus that my sisters hamster is on his way out and the temperature of any room he was in needed to be cranked up to the thousands to keep him warm.
My sister and I went to the psrk this afternoon. There were barely any other people there until we left and there were none. It has come to this; I would rather sit outside in the cold (and read, but that is beside the point) than study. Why I don’t bring textbooks with me everywhere to slacken my excuses is beyond me.
IMAGINE WRITING A BOOK THAT GETS PUBLISHED
like hearing thaT THEY’RE GOING TO PUBLISH YOUR BOOK
and then the coVER ART
and having a physical copy of your oWN WRITING IN BOOK FORM IN YOUR HANDS
WOW I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK
the stereotype that women talk more than men is infinitely amusing to me because men are literally incapable of shutting the fuck up
i hope this post gets popular enough that i hurt a man’s feelings
It’s not a stereotype it’s a proven fact you femanazi piece of shit.
lmao there it is
You wanna talk proven facts? This shit’s been done, son: researcher Dale Spencer in Australia used audio and video tape to independently evaluate who talked the most in mixed-gender university classroom discussions. Regardless of the gender ratio of the students, whether the instructor was deliberately trying to encourage female participation or not, men always talked more—whether the metric was minutes of talking or number of words spoken.
Moreover, men literally have no clue how much they talk. When Spencer asked students to evaluate their perception of who talked more in a given discussion, women were pretty accurate; but men perceived the discussion as being “equal” when women talked only 15% of the time, and the discussion as being dominated by women if they talked only 30% of the time.
Spencer’s conclusion, if I may parahprase: you only think we talk too much because you’d rather we were silent.
Don’t fuck with me, asshole, I’m a scientist.
Can we talk about how amazing Zuzana is though in terms of being the best friend of a protagonist in a YA novel like I can’t tell you how many books I’ve read where the best friend either gets too distracted by a boyfriend to care about her friend or let’s her friend blindly walk into danger on her own like I’m so sick of shitty best friends in YA novels, but Zuzana??? not only does she actively want to be a part of Karou’s life and doesn’t even think about choosing her boyfriend over Karou bc she cares about them both equally BUT SHE INTERPRETS A CRYPTIC ASS MESSAGE FROM KAROU AND TRAVELS ACROSS COUNTRIES WITH HER BOYFRIEND LOOKING FOR HER AND TRACKS HER DOWN AND THEN AFTER LEARNING ABOUT THE WEIRD SHIT IN KAROU’S LIFE SHE ACTIVELY EMBRACES IT AND DOES WHATEVER SHE CAN TO HELP KAROU LIKE A BEST FRIEND SHOULD HELL YEA HELL YEA HELL FUCKING YEA
Our wardrobe is incredible. We’re keeping the long hemlines and the gowns, but they’re very high styles. We’ve got vintage and period costumes, but also some couture coming in — Jay Mendel, Alexander McQueen.
YO FINN HOW LAGGY IS THE STREAM AT THE MOMENT?
For about an hour before I made myself get up this morning, I had several dreams about just sleeping through his arrival. All those days waking up six hours after going to sleep have broken me, because that’s what I’ve done almost everyday of this break.
It did not occur to me that today was technically a bank holiday until I saw how the shops I wanted to go into were closed. My sister goes back to school tomorrow, and most of the world will be at work. It’ll be strange, I think, to be on break whilst everyone else isn’t. Perhaps it’ll buck me into some kind of productivity. (I feel like I ruined the first half of the holiday because I spend all my time thinking about studying and now I’m at the point where not considering it is no longer an option.)
My friend and I bought easter eggs for 75 pence and I feel like that make me happier than it should be. I also tried (and almost failed) to cook lasagne. Some of it went on the floor. Some of the pasta did not cook. It did not look at all appetizing whilst I was making it. It tasted okay in the end.
Though I started watching Black Butler several months (almost a year, I’m thinking) ago, my friend got me to finish the first season off today. I’m almost entirely sure that the only reason I stopped watching in the first place was because of Sebastian’s “well I am one hell of a butler” pun happening at least once per episode. And the fanservice of small children. Ciel is a child. They are all children. I do not. (It ended in a way I did not expect considering that there is a second season ah.)