I’ve spent the last few hours arguing with about six of my friends about different things and I’m just exhausted. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep trying to help people that don’t listen. I can’t keep trying to save friendships that are already fucked. I can’t keep trying to take care of people that don’t care. It’s exhausting and no one ever says thank you. I just can’t do this anymore.
I hate feeling helpless and useless. If I knew what I’m doing helped, even a little, it’d be better. But I just don’t think I make a difference.
A tour of the British Isles in accents: for those who would be tempted to mention “A British accent” and leave it at that.
…Smart to remember, too, that all these regions will have microregional variants. The Dublin accent referenced here, for example, is only one of at least five or six that I can identify, and I bet there are a lot more I’ve never heard or can’t tell from one another. Ditto for other regions in Ireland. The “Irish accent” as normally heard in US TV and film until quite recently has never been much more than an overstated, artficial “Dublin Stage” accent.
Equally, what most people in the US think of as “the British accent” beloved of movie villains everywhere is usually the so-called Received Pronunciation or RP, a kind of by-blow of the BBC’s refusal for a long time to allow its announcers to use anything but an approved version of the Home Counties “posh” accent. (This dialectic “glass wall” has finally started cracking in the last decade.)
See, when Marines invade a foreign country, we’ve gotta buy all our own shit. Me and Brad spent 500 dollars of our own money just fixing up the Humvee. Bought our own antennas, filters, these cammie nets. We even painted it ourselves.
I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
I GET SO EXCITED WHEN ALL FOUR OF MY CATS ARE IN THE SAME ROOM OMG
Track: Today Has Been OK
Artist: Emiliana Torrini
Album: Fishermans Woman
Emiliana Torrini - Today Has Been OK
if it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it?
It’s the 23rd so that means it is my mom’s birthday AND my nephew’s 1st birthday. Can’t flipping believe it’s been a year already. Yeesh.
Woo! Not to get anyone’s hopes up but it’s looking like July 2016, after I finish uni.
Well I don’t know where I’ll be in two years but you’re definitely welcome to crash with me for a bit, whenever it is! ;]
Ok fine. But when I finally make it to Murica I’m expecting cookies ok!
Dude when you finally make it here, you can have anything you want. *wink wink nudge nudge* No but really, I’ll cook and bake and shower you with love!