My 3.6 Cum Laude BA in Art is a fucking joke.

My bigass sculptures are nothing but an eyesore at the moment knowing I have to move them.

I am not good enough for Costco, the stables, or Tenneco/Walker.

My own Alma Mater hasn’t gotten back with me about a job.

I work hard, for hardly anything, and do not complain. I am reliable and loyal. I am physically able. I am semi-smart. People tell me I am talented, but won’t give me a goddamned dollar for my efforts. I want to work. I WANT to sweat and get dirty and clean shit and fix fence and haul hay and you GUYS WON’T FUCKING HIRE ME. Gawd help me. I am just going to jump into a field and start stacking hay for the Mennonites in exchange for food. Fuck it.

I had to go around to different rooms and try to round up my friends from England. It felt like the beginning of a “2” video game where you have to round up the original crew.

And Van’s mom taught English. I knew there was a reason they all are so proper. :)

bendadick-humperbiatch:

haha

seductress-of-dreams:

tonomurabix:

leveldevil:

The entire movie theatre literally CHEERED AND CLAPPED at this part. XD

All Hulk needed to do was punch Captain America and he officially would have been my hero. :’D GO TEAM SCIENCE!

Our theater didn’t cheer and clap.  They pointed and laughed.

Puny god.

best part for sure

feferi:

i’m so upset i have to choose between being asleep and being on the computer sometimes

I feel like this.

But then I think this:

No more school assignments!

But then I realize I have to get a shitty job:

And then I am back to this:

Post photos on every blog I can!!!

http://imgur.com/a/3hvEq#2

Like DIS

And DIS

Probably the best band ever. Ok maybe not but close.

thatdisneygif:

what I think I look like:

what I really look like: