Fashion
You know you may be peculiar when you can’t buy clothing with skulls on them because they aren’t anatomically correct enough for you….
Lolz.
Oh Dear.
My life has been taken over by hives. My body hates itself. The allergy doctor was of no help. “A lot of adults get hives at one point in their life and we can never pinpoint why. Also: apparently you are allergic to mice.”
I don’t even. Like…2 weeks without a single one and then 15 or so in a day-day and half span? Since October. I’m straight up miserable. Wah.
Positive note? Graduating on the 28th and France in May. I can do this.
Sigh. Fucking hives.
And another one bites the dust
So long Northwestern. So Tennessee. That’s it. Or a year of nothing. Ugh. Absolutely sick to my stomach.
Ugh
Welp, Temple didn’t want me either. So now its up to Tennessee and Northwestern. My top schools. The most difficult of the four. This does not bode well for me this year. Sigh. I’m just about sad enough right now.
Grad School Seasons
I’m at the point of the year where my grad school acceptance/rejection letters are coming in. I’ve only applied to 4, and I’ve already been rejected from one. Granted it was my number 4 school, but I’m really super worried its going to be the theme for March. Sigh. I realized that’s its not the end of the world if I don’t get accepted anywhere this time around….but I’m going to feel like a complete failure. Its inevitable.
Here’s to hoping someone likes me.
When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle,
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
‘Now,’ said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.’
The golf balls are the important things - family,
children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –
Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else —The small stuff.
‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ He continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.’The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So…
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
‘Take care of the golf balls first —
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.’
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled, ‘I’m glad you asked’, he said.
‘It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
There’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.’Perfection. Philosophy for the win.
This is about rape, and what it means, and what we think it means. As a culture, we still refuse collectively to accept that most rapes are committed by ordinary men, men who have friends and families, men who may even have done great or admirable things with their lives. We refuse to accept…
A healthy woman is much like a wolf: robust, chock-full, strong life force, life-giving, territorially aware, inventive, loyal, roving.
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| — | Clarissa Pinkola Estés (via monamade) |
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
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| — | Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via bookmania) |
