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Stagnation: when there is nothing to learn from your current situation, and no room to grow as a person.
» Posted By Abraham Mulst On 11.15.2016 @ 12:06 am
in Ireland, they call an elevator a “lift.” Takeout is “take away.” Wallet is “purse.” Dishes and pots and pans are “crockery.” Nine-thirty is “Half nine.” It’s all English but it’s not the same language.
» Posted By Abraham Mulst On 10.29.2016 @ 11:39 am
They say there is no honor among thieves. But if our politicians are supposed to be the answer, I think I’d rather throw my lot in with the thieves.
» Posted By Abraham Mulst On 10.27.2016 @ 1:49 am
The professor had a sort of melt-down after he was denied tenure. I guess there’s a fine line between institute and institution.
» Posted By Abraham Mulst On 10.25.2016 @ 2:29 am
Whenever I feel unliked, I remind myself that excluded is only two letters away from being secluded. And then I go cry in the corner and eat a gallon of Ben & Jerrys.
» Posted By Abraham Mulst On 10.24.2016 @ 1:25 am
Last week, I took a sixty-question test from the Federal Aeronautics Administration and became certified to fly a drone in a commercial setting. So I guess it’s true: I am certifiable.
» Posted By Abraham Mulst On 10.22.2016 @ 2:17 am
HIM: “I have a bunch of movies. See: here’s Die Hard, and here’s Rat Race.”
ME: “Oh, I LOVE Rat Race.”
HIM: “You’ve seen it?”
ME: “Sure. It’s such a funny movie.”
ME: “Yeah! You know! All the car stuff, and Jon Lovitz and…”
HIM: “Ohhh…no, sorry. I meant Death Race.”
» Posted By Abraham Mulst On 10.02.2016 @ 11:13 pm
Whenever I walk around the city, I strive to be incognito, even though I have nothing to hide especially. I want to be invisible, and whenever someone recognizes me, or I get called out on some error or minor transgression, I confess I feel disappointed.
» Posted By Abraham Mulst On 10.01.2016 @ 11:39 pm
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In art class last week, we studied perspective. How do you render a 3D world onto a flat piece of paper, and what does it mean to do so? How do the little etchings of lines make a picture that seems to show the world the way it really is? I left feeling as though something were missing from my brain because for the life of me, I wanted to look at everything from all sides at once. Artistic omniscience.
» Posted By Abraham Mulst On 09.22.2016 @ 10:06 pm