*Note: the below applies to pretty much any working human
How do you get experience when you have no experience? Obviously, you have to get creative. The good news is anyone looking for an internship or job now has 100% more resources than most people have had in past years. Remember there was…
i want to be an intern but i don’t want to be an intern…but i have no choice. that’s ok.
And then my brother called to open the door. Now I can’t remember exactly where I left off. All I know is that a group of people were sent to this random desert playground in the middle of the desert, this girl from the group had a crush on one of the guys, she was singing/talking to him in French to try and court him, he ignored and she started crying. Then a few days passed and people are starting to suspect she was faking her crying an being sweet and now people are ok with the guy. THEN I start hanging out with the dude and his friends while watching a concert or whatever and he said he needed to clear his head so he walks around the park. After he comes back he sits a few benches in front I us and I see a ninja or an assassin coming for him and I save his life. That’s when it ended.
Sometimes I think my younger cousin is a little slow
He just asked me the theme of part 3 in Fahrenheit 451. I told him weeks ago I haven’t read the book in 4 years (and i cant get my book because I lent it to some bitch who never gave it back) and the question is so simple. The THEME?! I don’t even understand how he can’t figure it out. I’m honestly scared for his future. he can’t critically think and it’s pissing me off because I’ll help you understand but I’m not going to do the work for you.
1. It’s useful as fuck
2. I actually really liked it even though it was super crystally and shiny
3. I kinda cherished it because my mom got it for me
4. My pig looks depressed now
5. I have to buy a new usb for school now
I know it’s around here. I’m not going to think it’s at Ichiban. Its here. At my house. All I have to do is find the little bugger and never let go.
For the last year of college as a psyche major, we have to create our own study. Over the years (the majority over the past year or 2) I’ve been thinking up these ideas that would be really interesting (for me at least) to see the results. I bought a journal so I could write those ideas down and use them maybe for a later use, but of course I can’t now because I haven’t been writing it down. For example: a few days ago I had an idea for how we were taught how to read (actually I don’t remember, this is the part of the hypothesis I can’t remember) and how it relates to how much we read (or something like that. Something about reading). Since I didn’t write it down, I can’t remember it. Sigh, anyways.
“Why am I surprised that these young people behave destructively, “mindlessly”, motivated only by self-interest? How should we describe the actions of the city bankers who brought our economy to its knees in 2010? Altruistic? Mindful? Kind? But then again, they do wear suits, so they deserve to be bailed out, perhaps that’s why not one of them has been imprisoned. And they got away with a lot more than a few fucking pairs of trainers.”—Russell Brand