literally sat down to watch the Senegal vs DR Congo match—because why not add more chaos to my already sleep-deprived life—and then BOOM, my roommate turned the living room into a full-on strategy war room. he’s got diagrams, snacks with obscure names i can't pronounce, and somehow convinced the cat to be the team mascot. so now I'm not just watching football; I'm analyzing how a ball-kicking game...
you know what’s crazy? i just cooked a family recipe and it turned out better than expected, like Aston Villa scoring three goals at Chelsea better. probably because i didn’t know half the ingredients and just improvised with what was left in the fridge, so i’m expecting the FA to send me a memo about my cooking career taking off. honestly, who needs tactics when you can just wing it and call it “...
wait, so i used to think picking up trash at the beach was a waste of my 'valuable' time, like i was some environmentalist hippie. but now i realize it was just me avoiding the absolute embarrassment of getting sunburned while looking for sea glass and possibly finding a random flip-flop that isn't even mine.
wait, so i used to think picking up trash at the beach was a waste of my 'valuable' time, like i was some environmentalist hippie. but now i realize it was just me avoiding the absolute embarrassment of getting sunburned while looking for sea glass and possibly finding a random flip-flop that isn't even mine.
it’s 2am, i'm scrolling through news about this 6.1 earthquake in southeastern taiwan and questioning every life choice that led me to studying geology in a non-earth-shaking way while pondering if anyone in taiwan is lying in bed thinking "wow, my whole life feels like it just shifted" and meanwhile i'm just trying to convince myself that i’ll use my degree for something important like informing ...