November 2010
23 posts
- Mom: Abbie, you should find some more inspirational quotes for your binder.
- Abbie: That's what she said.
- ... [what?! No that is not what she said, little girl]
Good luck Erin! Let me know how it goes. I need to do this too. If someone didn’t wake me up this morning [my dad asking me if I was going to work today] I would probably still be asleep. I didn’t even hear the alarm go off!
…today I’m going to attempt to break a 27 year old cycle of horrific lazyness/lack of control over my sleepy morning self.
How, you ask?
Well I’m going to PRACTICE!
Don’t even ask me why I’m reading motivational self-improvement blogs ok. Clearly unemployment is starting to get to me. Anywho, I’ll let you know how it works out.
My boyfriend, Alex, lives in a high-rise apartment building occupied by college/university students — people you’d think would have some intelligence,” says Meghan in Hamilton, Ontario.
Of course, a little learning is a dangerous thing. In Alex’s building, this seemingly civil request from one of the building’s residents garnered the following indignant response.
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But Meghan says her favorite thing about this exchange is the placement — right next that big ol’ city-mandated “no smoking” sign.
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Two years ago, during my senior year of college, I was all set to drive back to school at the end of Thanksgiving break. Unfortunately, I had no idea what was about to happen. I had agreed to drive back with four other people because then gas would cost virtually nothing, and since at the time I was driving a 13 year-old SUV, practically free gas sounded awesome. We left at 2pm, and I didn’t need to get back until 10pm for a meeting with my group for a project. Eight hours, that should be plenty of time! Especially since it usually only took 4 and half hours. I thought I had factored in plenty of thanksgiving traffic. But in retrospect, what I’m about to tell you is partially my own fault [which is what this blog should really be called].
Read the rest of this story after the jump
These ads were created by flickr user Ben and they are great [even though none of these ads would make me actually want to rife the metro, oh wait, I’m forced to…]
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Story of my life. As I have shared before, falling asleep on the train has led to some interesting adventures for me. But it’s a great way to deal with the fact that I live so far away [falling asleep on the train gains me the 30 extra minutes of sleep I lose].
More ads after the jump.
Hey everyone, I changed the url of this blog to match its (new) title. You can now find it at www.annotatedlife.tumblr.com
- Me: Well when you vote for your senior class President, you have to vote for someone reliable because it's their responsibility to plan the 5-year reunion
- Mom: You would definitely have to pick someone who can delegate, just in case they are not available in 5 years
- Dad: Yea, like what if they were in jail?
- Everyone: ...
- Me: Well don't you think that people who are elected class officers are usually pretty high-achieving and therefore less likely to go to jail?
- Dad: Yea well you never know, a lot of smart people end up in jail. They could've killed someone in a drunk driving accident.
- Me: *thinking to myself, how did this conversation start?* Well then I guess that's what the Vice President is for. They would take over if the President is in jail and can't plan the reunion
- My brother: What if the President was drunk driving and ran over the Vice President, the car spun around and hit a tree on the passenger's side, fatally injuring the Secretary and the only witness was the Treasurer who went into hiding to avoid testifying against his friend and was therefore unable to plan the reunion
- Me: Well I'm guessing if it came to that, there would be no reunion
- And again... how did we get here?