Can we pick the pieces up?
littlemissdorkette: Live. Learn. Life. Love. Die. Dust. Gone.
Seeing them tomorrow!!!!
Unbelievably excited! If you’re in the area tomorrow, come out. They’re doing an acoustic set afterward!
“Holding to an ordinary notion of self, or ego, is the source of all our pain and confusion. The irony is that when we look for this “self” that we’re cherishing and protecting, we can’t even find it.”
— Dzigar Kongtrül Rinpoche, from “Searching for Self,” Tricycle, Summer 2007 (via crashinglybeautiful) (via oceanofmind) (via theamazon)
St. Petersburg, Rachel Papo.
Every bit as amazing as one would hope.
Obama Lifts Entry Ban for Those With HIV
President Barack Obama is lifting the United States’ travel ban for those who are HIV-positive. The U.S. has been one of only about a dozen countries that bar entry to travelers based on their HIV status. (Oct. 30)
Hoping they’re as cute as the photo.
you'd nevver know...
Nevver is my favorite. On fire tonight, most nights really.
rant/fun fact about me: what teachers think of me
The latter is easily solved by asking the teacher questions. They like to feel that you still need them and their knowledge of the subject. Good teachers make the class challenging regardless of individual work ethics/abilities. And as long as it doesn’t seem like you’re trying to stump them, they tend to get a kick out of how adept you are. I’ve had this problem too. Some teachers you just have to write off as insecure.
teachers of mine usually think one of two things about me.
usually, they love me. they usually think I try a little too hard, worry a little too much. but I get good grades and they know how hard I’m working for them. I like being someone who works hard and does well because of that hard work. And I like for teachers to like me and respect me and think of me that way. And usually they do.
but sometimes, they misunderstand me. Sometimes they somehow miss how hard I’m working and think I do well without trying, and am kind of, i don’t know, stuck up about it. Because i tend to talk in classes that I’m good and and have friends in and I’m happy when I do well. And if they don’t know how hard I work for my success, they don’t like me. They think I’m kind of conceited and take for granted that I’m decently intelligent. And I hate it, because I am working hard in those classes, they just don’t see the hours of studying I’m doing. I’m all for making things look easy, but not to teachers. Not when it makes them have a vendetta against me to deflate my imagined ego.
my art teacher at the end of high school totally thought that about me at times, although I think she eventually did see that it wasn’t true. And I feel like one of my professors this year thinks that, and I have a midterm in that class tomorrow and I’m just kind of upset that he doesn’t like me. (or so I think).
well, I have to go study.
