Grey Warden. Spartan. Champion of Kirkwall. Deep-Space Engineer. Slytherin. Firebender.
The easily offended need not apply.
“DEPEND ON EXTRA CREDIT.”
Picture one: What the results should have looked like
Picture two: What our results look like because all of our blood cells burst.
Why do I want to be a scientist again
You’re telling me that some married couples make less than $100,000? I don’t understand!
I hate rich people
COME TO MY BOSOM WHOEVER YOU ARE
I WANT TO LOVE YOU
[ Dudes walk out ]
“Dude I’m sorry for the like … the like, /lake/ I created.”
“Nah bra, it’s cool. Shit happens. “
“Man dude, this is gonna be so … so fucking /lame/”
“Worth it, bra!”
[ … and then they went inside. ]
What my RP posts look like:
What my essays for school look like:
My friend Tyler and I have been in this diner for five hours working on a paper for a class we share.
Me: Tyler, I just saw my face in the mirror when I went to the bathroom? My eyes are bloodshot.
Tyler: Yeah, mine too.
Me: I think I’m checked out.
Tyler: Hey, I just found an article on apple plants and why they need suicide nets!
Me: I never knew the apple company was that hardcore. I knew it was awful, but…
Tyler: Let’s read!
Me: You want to read right now?
Tyler: … Let’s skim.
My friend just told me I should do self-experimentation, and then handed me the book Smoking Ears and Screaming Teeth: A Celebration of Scientific Eccentricity and Self-Experimentation.
…. Hm, you know it’s bad when self-experimentation doesn’t sound like the worst place to start.
I’m going to start doing some research with Oestridae specimens, I think, though I’m not sure what. I need to do research on Oestrids before I can do research on Oestrids.
As if my schedule wasn’t full enough ♥ I love it though.
In the middle of reading some Meredith/Orsino smut my work phone rang.
Every time it does that I’m sure I’m getting caught for reading smut at work.
Nope, just some kid wondering if we have a printer.
Now back to this fantastic smut.