"I enjoy being indoors. I enjoy laying on couches, snacking, and reading (watching TV). Summer sucks because it is the only season when, if I want to do this in the middle of a gorgeous day, people (my children) look at me like I’m a disgusting person. Well, guess what? It’s 90 degrees out there, it’s 68 degrees in here, and this episode of The Bachelorette isn’t going to watch itself."
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- Adam Scott, on why he hates summer (via evergrowingwonder)
I’m right there with him.
(via madisonxkerr)
I really do hope Barack Obama is president for another fours years (and will do everything I can to help make it happen) but I couldn’t help thinking about one thing:
How cool is it going to be when the person in front of that podium is a woman? A woman, standing up with what will probably be two men behind her and in front of a room full of more mostly (white) men in front of her, maybe in a dress, maybe a pants-suit, definitely wearing pearls, talking about where she’s going to take this country. I get a little worked up just imagining it. I talk to people about how seeing a black man take the oath of office or giving a victory speech truly changed the way they see their race in this country. When a woman finally does the same, hopefully in my lifetime, I can only imagine how that will feel.
This country has come a long way, but we have so much still left to do.
And not because they’re pregnant or have already had kids.
Is this what the next 15 years will be like?
"Two years ago, I was afraid of wanting anything. I figured wanting would lead to trying and trying would lead to failure. But now I find I can’t stop wanting. I want to fly somewhere on first class. I want to travel to Europe on a business trip. I want to get invited to the White House. I want to learn about the world. I want to surprise myself. I want to be important. I want to be the best person I can be. I want to define myself instead of having others define me. I want to win and have people be happy for me. I want to lose and get over it. I want to not be afraid of the unknown. I want to grow up and be generous and big hearted, the way people have been with me. I want an interesting and surprising life. It’s not that I think I’m going to get all these things, I just want the possibility of getting them. College represents possibility. The possibility that things are going to change. I can’t wait."
— Tyra’s college essay in Friday Night Lights
whyweclap:
- SHE WENT AND GOT US ALL BEER AND SHE CAN’T EVEN DRINK IT BECAUSE SHE’S ALLERGIC TO GLUTEN
- SHE HELPED JAY SET UP A MILLION MOBILIZATION EMAILS TONIGHT
- SHE’S ALSO IN FINALS WEEK AND WRITING A 10-PAGE PAPER TOMORROW.
Outbound pod, 9:37PM
I’ll do anything for a round of applause.
- My super-incredible best friends, who when they come home to find me on the couch with a bottle of wine at two in the afternoon, wouldn’t judge me — no, they’d just pour themselves a glass. And who express emotion in the form of haikus. They’re the greatest.
- My department, which “makes” me read and talk and write about a topic I love all the god damn time, and then “forces” me to hang out with some of the smartest and most interesting people on campus. What a drag.
- My job. Which is the best and most important thing I’ll probably ever do, and worth every hour spent on the train and every dollar spent on lunch.
- Sushi.
- My dog, who when I came home last night, freaked out and squeaked for about half an hour.
- My Joe Biden coozie. Cheers, champ!
- The ability to walk again. Yeah, sometimes it hurts like a motherfucker, but that’s to be expected.
- That after a miserable freshman year, a very fun but stressful sophomore year and a junior year adventure, Evanston finally feels like home.
- Turkey and sweet potatoes and gluten free corn pudding and pie that the Lady is making for me — plus I “get” to take my cousins to see the Muppets while my aunt cooks. As if I wouldn’t go of my own volition.
Yeah, life is pretty good.
