Having a Daniel Powter day? Having an American Idol overuses Daniel Powter day? (Oh my god, do you actually remember that shit?)
Well, look no further as I have the perfect desktop background for you. Just right click it and select “set as desktop background” and soon you’ll find yourself feeling better with every window minimization (or maximization if it makes you feel better to not look at it; I can’t blame you).
I’ve rolled out of my bed many-a-time in order to attend an eight o’clock lecture; I know what it’s like to throw on a hat and a pair of jeans, check my breath, take a swig of mouthwash, and walk out the door (usually followed by spitting out mouthwash). I know that at times like these it’s a bit difficult to make yourself look better than presentable (especially since you now know that I’ll be judging you), but is it really that hard to make yourself look as if something is amiss?
And by “amiss”, I meant the rest of your pant leg.
I guess that there’s really nothing much wrong other than the shorts. Aside from the fact that he’s getting leg hair where leg hair don’t belong: math class.
Plus: bros and short shorts? What the fuck?
Despite what you want to believe, this posting was not written in lipstick. Which, inevitably, makes it not a hockey mom.
Despite the time that I am posting this, it was actually written in August. Hopefully I’ll see more popping up in the near future. I mean, someone has to offset the fact that all college students love Barack Obama, right?
Well, someone other than Ron Paul, that is.
Can you believe that people actually use that word to mean “totally” and not some sort of bag that could carry books or a dog?
I can’t. But that’s what the generation of Miley-Cyrus-looks-up-to-Paris-Hilton creates, no? (I don’t know Miley actually does look up to Paris, but who would it surprise if that came out to be true?)
But that’s not the point of this thread. The point of this thread is to use that new-found slang and turn it into something beautiful.
Totes. Totes. Totes. Doable. Oh, P.W.S.I.L.F. you will never fail. Well, hopefully never fail seeing as this is only the third such type of post.
Addendum: While searching for tote bags, I came agross a few that I would totes use for grocery shopping if not as man-bag material.
Not to be confused with LDN.
Let’s be honest: I don’t get to see my car everyday like I used to in high school. Although, as of today, I’m eligible to move my car much closer to my dorm. With love and celebration, I suggest a new watch: the Rav Watch.
Let’s be honest once more: my car is much more handsome and cooler. Much cooler. I mean, his name is the ZuluRav. How cool is that? And it’s a dude. How many dudes have male cars? Me. That’s how many.
This beauty of a snapshot was taken right outside of the Psychology building.
That’s right! I’ve already found a two-for! A, now certified, P.W.S.I.L.F. and an AZN! Two types of abbreviated peoples in just one shot! I could’ve stretched it a bit further and said that I was above both of them, but that’s still debatable (although, it’s probably true).
Let’s start out first with the sunglasses. For once there’s a girl wearing sunglasses that don’t look like the company hit the CAPS LOCK button while producing them. Amazing. Then you find out that she’s holding a tennis raquet even though she’s wearing a pair of jeans and sandals. Amazing (in a retarded sense of the word) yet curious. What’s even more curious is that she is not heading to or coming from the tennis courts. At all. The tennis courts are about three to four blocks away and in the direction of the Jeep Liberty behind her. She’s coming from one path that goes no where near the tennis courts and is going into the Psychology building all the while giving the pissiest, huffiest look I’ve seen from anyone other than me going into that building. She’s probably carrying through with my plans to serve tennis balls into the projector screen, which I imagine would look like this:
That’s probably the best non-ANTM gif ever.
When your love of on-screen balls subsides, notice that things get better: the Asian girl on the right is studying sheet music! Sheet music! In front of the Psychology building! A building which is located on the opposite side of the campus from the School of Music! And when I say “opposite side” I mean about a 20+ minute walk. That isn’t the funny part, though. The funny part is that she is stereotyping herself and probably enjoying it.
I only hope that there are more pictures (and gifs) like this that can find their way onto this blog. And into our hearts.
My school is totally awesome; it condones bulimia. Not really. But the graffiti does.
When I first moved in, I saw those tags everywhere. They were on the walls and the side walks and the light posts. My mind immediately sifted through every Natalie Dee image I’ve ever seen, as it does from time to time if not every time. What came to mind was something actually relateable. Crazy, I know.
Yes, Natalie, I do love this shit.
For whatever reason, however, I can’t seem to find any of the other “Oh Yeah” tags I saw that aren’t this one. I don’t know what happened to them. I guess bulimia would get old after a day.
I’m going to keep an eye out for more of these tags and any other inane ones I see. Expect to know what kind of shit goes down on my campus because of it.
In other words, keep on the look out for anything yellow. Specifically if it can be posted in the illest of illin’ sections entitled “AZN Watch”. Well, actually, it’s “Asian Watch,” but you should still be excited.
Finding Asians on university grounds is not only a pastime due to their frequency, but it’s also quite comforting to know that Indiana is no different than Illinois in providing me with my most favorite of races ever. Not only because I am reminded of my home homies, but also because I unsecretly wish I was Asian despite my lackluster interest in anime.
If something is red, it can go three times faster. If it’s yellow on red that you see, then you better get the fuck out of its way; it’s just too advanced for you to handle.
