she curses in german

first of all, who let me get so emotionally invested in a television show

(Source: goodfuckingcoffee, via erraticonstilts)

stupidly sad that my parents are coming in the early afternoon tomorrow rather than tonight. i would’ve liked to spend some time with them in boston before all the craziness tomorrow and sunday. also i have a bad feeling that they’ll leave too late tomorrow or hit a bunch of traffic or SOMETHING and won’t make it in time for the ceremony. but that’s probably stupid because my mom is so on top of stuff it’s insane, so i’m worried/annoyed for nothing.

gyzym:

two millennials are barreling towards adulthood at 95 miles per hour. one of them has been coated with the most extravagant paint money can buy, but their steering apparatus is locked up until that coat’s paid off; the other’s breaks have been ripped out mid-trip, the thief yelling, “what, did you think you were entitled to these?” over their shoulder. half the tracks have been torn away to build second, third, and fifth garages for trains that are no longer running. solve for x. 

tell me again how the song goes — i’m so inadequate i might forget. if we’re not informed enough then we’re apathetic morons, but if we’re too informed we’re oversensitive reactionaries; if we think we deserve more then we’re narcissistic cutthroats, but if we’re happy where we are then we’re passionless layabouts. if we’re making money then we’re materialistic automatons who only care about stuff and don’t value the important things in life, but if we’re broke then we’re disgusting, spoiled children who expect everything in life to be a handout. if we spend too much time with technology then we’re antisocial, soulless zombies who spell the end for human interaction as we know it, but if we spend too much time together we’re a dangerous, unstable element who should get real jobs already. we’re a disgrace; we’re a embarrassment; we’re a mistake; we’re a disappointment; we’re not what you wanted, however you slice it, and all of it’s our fault, right? right? oh, god, am i getting the melody wrong?

here’s what i propose, everyone who wants to open their twenty-four-hour news cycles or their pork-barrel mouths, who wants to use their filthy fucking hands to tear this generation a new one: you try it. you come up with a picture of the generation you seem to want: one that’s neither apathetic nor engaged, one that’s neither ambitious nor content, one that’s neither rich nor poor, one that’s neither technologically connected nor interpersonally involved. don’t forget to factor in the variables — the years of economic instability; the globalization of everything from communication to art; the hugely stratified individual experiences we’ve had based on things like race, sexuality, gender, and socioeconomics, on things that come with whole histories of systemic bullshit; the overwhelming burden of student debt that so many of us face; the fact that hindsight is 20/20. you write the formula for the millennial that will shut you the fuck up about all the things we should be and aren’t, about all the ways we’ve failed you, and then you bring it to me. i promise you, i will try it. anything for a little peace and quiet, right? anything to stop hearing it everywhere i go: that voice saying that, at twenty-three, i might already have flunked out of life. 

(both millennials crash, spectacularly and yelling for help, into the station that never built a platform for them to pull into. onlookers stand by and shake their heads, wondering about the deplorable state of trains today. that’s what happens when nobody does the fucking math.) 

ughhhhh seriously i need bu to refund my money NOW because while i know i screwed up they waited until fucking 3am this morning to inform me that i fucked up and i had to rerequest my money but if they don’t put it into my account soon my check is going to bounce.

more frustrating is the fact that i can’t actually do anything about it except worry :/

me: hi, for some reason you guys didn’t give me my money when i asked for it, could i please have it now?

student accounting services: um, did you, um, request it this morning? because it takes one to two days. um. but. um if you like, requested it early today? it should get into your account…um. later. today. later today. i can…almost… guarantee it. um.

me: …..look i just need my fucking rent money. 

sas: um.