darrenpillowscriss:

I was trying to add 2 and 4/3 and I was too lazy to do it in my head so I pulled out my calculator. But my calculator needed new batteries. A logical person might just add the damn numbers mentally. But not me. Nope, I went looking for triple A batteries.
So I found my batteries and realized I only had two left. My calculator needs 4. A reasonable human being might just ADD THE DAMN NUMBERS IN THEIR HEAD, RIGHT? Well I’m not a reasonable human being. You want to know what I did? I got on my bike and rode into campus to buy some batteries.
Well the first place I went to was the kind of general store where they sell electronic things and school supplies and stuff. I look around for the batteries and I finally find where they keep them. But the rack was empty. Now by this point I’ve already figured out what 2 and 4/3 is but I’d come this far and there was no giving up now. So I go to the register and ask the cashier if he could possibly check in the back for me. And he does and comes back and says, no, sorry, we’re all out of triple A batteries.
And this is where my tale becomes truly desperate. I walked to the campus GROCERY STORE. Yes, I left the store where you’d totally expect to find batteries and walked to the store where they sell FOOD. And you know what I found there. FUCKING TRIPLE A BATTERIES. Also ice cream. Cause it’s fucking hot out and this was a lot of effort to put into a first grade level addition problem.
So here I am, back in my apartment, with fresh batteries in my calculator, checking to see what 2 + (4/3) equals even though I figured out that it’s 3.33 about 20 minutes ago.

darrenpillowscriss:

I was trying to add 2 and 4/3 and I was too lazy to do it in my head so I pulled out my calculator. But my calculator needed new batteries. A logical person might just add the damn numbers mentally. But not me. Nope, I went looking for triple A batteries.

So I found my batteries and realized I only had two left. My calculator needs 4. A reasonable human being might just ADD THE DAMN NUMBERS IN THEIR HEAD, RIGHT? Well I’m not a reasonable human being. You want to know what I did? I got on my bike and rode into campus to buy some batteries.

Well the first place I went to was the kind of general store where they sell electronic things and school supplies and stuff. I look around for the batteries and I finally find where they keep them. But the rack was empty. Now by this point I’ve already figured out what 2 and 4/3 is but I’d come this far and there was no giving up now. So I go to the register and ask the cashier if he could possibly check in the back for me. And he does and comes back and says, no, sorry, we’re all out of triple A batteries.

And this is where my tale becomes truly desperate. I walked to the campus GROCERY STORE. Yes, I left the store where you’d totally expect to find batteries and walked to the store where they sell FOOD. And you know what I found there. FUCKING TRIPLE A BATTERIES. Also ice cream. Cause it’s fucking hot out and this was a lot of effort to put into a first grade level addition problem.

So here I am, back in my apartment, with fresh batteries in my calculator, checking to see what 2 + (4/3) equals even though I figured out that it’s 3.33 about 20 minutes ago.

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The mayor of Mississauga, Canada is a badass. via

Hazel McCallion, everbody.

92 years old,

34 years in office,

$0 in debt

$700 million in reserve

Eight prime ministers

One truck.

But women aren’t strong leaders… OH WAIT.

Now I’m sure somebody’s gonna tell me something but

  • supports a Palestinian state
  • supports Aids CHarities
  • told her city well if we cant get money y’all need to pay taxes and maintains a 76 approval rating
  • nick named Hurricane Hazel
  • and is so boss lady that she don’t run she’ tells  folks to give that money to charity

I will always reblog this lady.

This woman is officially my new hero.

In regards to the flooding in the GTA yesterday, she apparently said that she hasn’t seen rain like that since her neighbour Noah was building a boat.

New hero in life. 

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iapollogise:

I love pirates because they have no concept on albeism. oh you have no leg? here have a peg leg. no hand?? well guess we gotta put a hook on that, give those sons of bitches a surprise. Blind in one eye, put an eyepatch on no one fucking cares, youre deaf??? go man the canons you glorious bastard.They dont care if youre disabled bcus as long as you can fuck shit up they literally dont fucking care.

I never thought about it this way. This is beautiful.

Biology’s cruel joke goes something like this: As a teenage body goes through puberty, its circadian rhythm essentially shifts three hours backward. Suddenly, going to bed at nine or ten o’clock at night isn’t just a drag, but close to a biological impossibility. Studies of teenagers around the globe have found that adolescent brains do not start releasing melatonin until around eleven o’clock at night and keep pumping out the hormone well past sunrise. Adults, meanwhile, have little-to-no melatonin in their bodies when they wake up. With all that melatonin surging through their bloodstream, teenagers who are forced to be awake before eight in the morning are often barely alert and want nothing more than to give in to their body’s demands and fall back asleep. Because of the shift in their circadian rhythm, asking a teenager to perform well in a classroom during the early morning is like asking him or her to fly across the country and instantly adjust to the new time zone — and then do the same thing every night, for four years.

Sleep and the teenage brain (via explore-blog)

This is why you have every right to be tired.  

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Researchers now see sleep problems as a cause, and not a side effect, of teenage depression.” - from the artcle! 

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