Tomorrow's High fives, today

22nd Jan 2012 | 21 notes

scotchtrooper:

sogeekchic:

Electronic goldfish ($19.99): All the flipping fun with none of the responsibility! (Perfect for college.)
Available at ThinkGeek

How is having a goldfish a heavy burden? If you can’t feed a fish, you probably can’t feed yourself, and thus don’t deserve to be in college.

Sometimes Goldfish drunk (because they’ve been drinking all day) dial that girl/boy you’ve been holding on to the number of and make awkward “Bloop-bloop” noises into the phone. Then they text your professor nudes. (not nudes of you, nudes of goldfish.) Finally they order 17 pizzas on your credit card and send them, with a note saying they’re from you and that you’ld happily spring for more, to the study room by the laundry-room (you know, the one with all the stoned philosophy majors)
What I’m trying to say is fish can’t be trusted in a college environment, and when your Sociology professor sends you fish nudes back, the rest of the semester gets a bit weird…

sogeekchic:

Electronic goldfish ($19.99): All the flipping fun with none of the responsibility! (Perfect for college.)

Available at ThinkGeek

How is having a goldfish a heavy burden? If you can’t feed a fish, you probably can’t feed yourself, and thus don’t deserve to be in college.

Sometimes Goldfish drunk (because they’ve been drinking all day) dial that girl/boy you’ve been holding on to the number of and make awkward “Bloop-bloop” noises into the phone. Then they text your professor nudes. (not nudes of you, nudes of goldfish.) Finally they order 17 pizzas on your credit card and send them, with a note saying they’re from you and that you’ld happily spring for more, to the study room by the laundry-room (you know, the one with all the stoned philosophy majors)

What I’m trying to say is fish can’t be trusted in a college environment, and when your Sociology professor sends you fish nudes back, the rest of the semester gets a bit weird…

21st Jan 2012 | 2 notes

So there’s this attractive lady who works in the Special Events Dept. at the Museum (that I also work at, convenient some would say.) with whom I am on an awkwardly waving and smiling status with. Last night I was heading to the cafe and I saw her on her way to the tunnelvator with a cart.

the Tunnelvator is an elevator that goes up and down one flight of stairs so

that people can take wheel chairs and strollers from the Asian art building

to the Tunnel of Light that connects it to the Western art building.

So I decide to wait for her at the bottom of the Tunnelvator and when it opens I start up a conversation about how it’s my favorite (of the five elevators {each that only goes to two floors} ) in the building. She agrees on the basis that in only goes a few stairs down. Then we counted the all the stairs (12) and walked through the tunnel together discussing how there where no ramps in that building and the museum overlords where almost defiant in their lack of ADA compliance. Then we discussed how we should just attach rockets to everything, and both agreed that everything is better with the application of explosives. So that was a bit of Yay. Made even yayer [sp?] by the fact that today the awkward waving and smiling on her part seemed an order more animated than before.

Post Script: “we counted all the stairs” is one letter off of being super hipstery poemy. I like my version better.