I’m not going to get anything done because facebook is open as well, but at least I’ll feel classy
My legs are killing me this morning and I am extremly tired, but such a great night.
Pike & ZTA TigerThon Champs!
I’m going to stand awkwardly for a couple hours, then decide it’s too late to deal with awkwardness and fist pump the rest of the night.
Here’s to the night, high hopes, and good times.
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
A guy throws rocks at a girl’s window in the middle of the night. He won’t take no for an answer—he must date her! He serenades her, shows up at her classes, waits at her car. These could be scenes from a burgeoning romance or a stalker gone mad—American culture doesn’t differentiate, really.
If a woman does those things, however, she’s always a stalker. A crazy ex-girlfriend. A psycho. Shit, women are called stalkers for even daring to call a guy a couple of times! Never mind that the majority of stalking is done by men, and the majority of victims are women. When it comes to romance, women are the stalkers and men are just… romantic.” —
Jessica Valenti, He’s a Stud, She’s a Slut, and 49 Other Double Standards Every Woman Should Know (via obsessionful)
Anyone see that Virgin Mobile advert with a woman in a tree outside a man’s house after their first date? Yeah. Cue my rage.