I think it would be pretty cool to have a tumblr get together at one of the big sports bars in town to watch one or more of the playoff games!
public school in a nut shell
fuck that, I went to a catholic high school and my geography teacher was just like that!
My favourite teacher too since he didn’t take ANY students’ shit.
*throws coins at strippers really hard*
basically Canadian strip clubs
Does anyone know what this is from?
Wasn’t this an Alfred Hitchcock story where a woman gets a facial operation that makes her beautiful, but the rest of the world looks like this so she’s considered ugly?
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
"But moga what about money?"
No, wrong question!
"But Moga, what about rent, food, bills, loans, ect?"
It’s a sad state of the world, but reality check: You CAN’T make money doing anything. Why do you think so many niche stores go under and why there are so many starving graduates that hold degrees in the arts, english, philosophy, etc? Because there are NO jobs in that field and therefore no money. Also, it would be wonderful to live in a world where money was no object. Where you didn’t have to worry about the daily drone of day to day grind to ensure you had a warm roof over your head and a few material comforts. But yet another reality check: Money IS an object if you want to live and even more so if you want to live comfortably, which is why research into your field of study is CRUCIAL. Especially if you’re taking out expensive loans to see your way through college.
So yeah, this comic wants to exist in a world where we could get by on just the things we love and a hope and a wish…Which isn’t the world we live in. We live in a world where you NEED money to live.
My advice? Find a field that you’ll enjoy that pays well, but do what you love on the side. Turn your passion into a hobby. Something you do to unwind after a days hard work. This way you’re not sacrificing anything to live, but you also appreciate your passion all the more when it’s not “Work”
From: An adult who’s worked and lived in this world on his own for almost 7 years
Sometimes when I am sitting in my booth at Denny’s, I start to wonder how I got here. Like, where do we come from? And why are we the only species that is aware of our own mortality? Is our life some pre-determined track and we’re completely helpless to change or stop it, or are we free spirits and our destination is our own choosing? Is time reallllly a flat circle?! Are flying squirrels reallyyy necessary? Do regular squirrels really need that extra skin? I mean, they’re already agile. Isn’t that a bit much? And why were sad clowns ever popular? And why should I care about someone’s feelings when they clearly made a poor career choice? Who elects to be horrifically sad? But then my French Toast is delivered and all of that goes away. Because priorities.
Fucking hell Dennys….