Ok Pandora. I don’t really think “Sandstorm” actually needs lyrics.
It’s really just getting the people that you look up to to put nice things about you in writing so that you can get money.
The Chemistry of Sriracha: Hot Sauce Science
Forget ketchup and mustard — Sriracha might be the world’s new favorite condiment. Beloved by millions for its unique spicy, garlicky, slightly sweet flavor, the chemistry of “rooster sauce” is the focus of our latest video.
Video by Kirk Zamieroski
Series created by Adam Dylewski
Produced by the American Chemical Society
For you Annie
I had a job interview yesterday, but it was a total waste of time.
I knew the interviewer because she is John’s uncle’s on off girlfriend.
Towards the end she said some bull about how we’re all really qualified and that it would be a tough decision and that “it’s between you who I know, the CFO’s niece, and some one else’s friend.”
Math all day err day.
Seriously though. I have two math classes and I tutor math like 12 hours per week.
ALL THE SCHOOL.
ALOT OF SCHOOL.
I had my current calc teacher for stats like 3 years ago and he remembered me and said that my last calc teacher raved about me.
And today a new student I’m tutoring told me that my linear algebra teacher was telling him about this “great tutor at the tutorial center named Amanda.”
my head is hurting because i thought about my future for 0.3 seconds
you can get a headache from looking at something that bright
This is the most inspiring thing I’ve seen on tumblr.
Hey pop musicians/ rappers
There is like a million more elegant ways to talk about having sex than “pull yo’ panties to the side.”
Like seriously, James Brown’s “Sex Machine” had more class.
PS: Jay-Z its pronounced “breasts” not “breasteses”
You can’t take two more steps and put your garbage in the trash can?
You’re just going to throw it on the ground in FRONT of the trash can?
Thanks sweetie. Some things are going well. This actually stemmed from a great conversation I had with John (who is someone who is honest about his imperfection) the other night. Miss you.
I have come to the realization that I will take someone who can admit they are not perfect and take responsibility for their mistakes over someone who pretends to be perfect and fakes having it all together on any day ending with a Y.
You know why?
Because no one is perfect.
But you might as well take the opportunity to add honesty to your list of virtues.