"Milkshaking" is such a strange thing to me. You go out and spend $8 on a milkshake just to throw it at some politician you hate.
"Yes, yes, I must taint this man's body and robe with a substance that shall leave him covered in filth and stickiness! What? An egg? Rotten food? Harrumph, harrumph, no! My hands shall not be tainted by substances of the peasantry! Nay, I shall go to the $15 milkshake store to throw a dairy product at a politician who oppresses us with his capitalistic practices!"
Literally the most first-world way to egg someone, at least until the price on caviar drops.
Hey, for anyone else currently in uni: Have you also noticed a trend of econ majors becoming Marxists? Maybe I'm looking too much into irregularities, but personally I've seen a strangely large number of people turning out that way and I can't help but wonder why that is.
>Apply to study off-campus for my next and final semester
>Get notified that students typically aren't allowed to study off-campus for their final semester, so I'll have to submit a petition to do so
>Fair enough, I need to do this to graduate so I don't think there's any reason to reject it
>It gets rejected
>Also get an email that I have to submit course requests by 2PM today (in 4 hours)
>Haven't requested any because, of course, I've been waiting to hear from the group I applied to
It's almost like they want me to give them an axe to the head or something.
Christ almighty, the burnout is fucking real. Still a month until the semester ends and I can barely muster the motivation to keep my pulse.
Don't get chronic depression, kids, just kill yourselves while you're still ahead.
You know how there are whole aesthetics dedicated to Y2K-era 3D modeling, because people find a sense of endearment in how primitive it looks?
Something tells me that, in maybe 15 years or so, we're gonna see the exact same thing for today's AI-generated images.
I just watched the eclipse, as my campus is right in its path...
One of the most interesting things about it was how the birds reacted. They flew and chirped plenty throughout the day, but as soon as the eclipse struck, they were dead silent. It was as though they were seeing night for the first time and didn't know how to handle it. When the moon moved away from the sun, they went right back to chirping and flying around, even moreso than they just were. It's interesting; a bird barely knows what the sun is, much less the moon and much, much less an eclipse. They don't know what causes one, they didn't know that there was going to be one today. They all might be dead before the next eclipse. These birds had absolutely no idea what they were looking at, it was just some strange event that took place and now they simply keep living in spite of how strange and distressing it might have been.
In a lot of ways, it made me think of this quote by Terry Davis:
I am once again drunkposting to say:
I love you Agorans. You are all so shway or keyed or redpilled or whatever the cool kids online are saying right now that really just means "cool."
This drunk makes me feel warm, like a snuggle, so I'll pretend I'm giving a friendly hug to you, the person reading this.
I got that "Argonians are Property" song stuck in my head earlier and decided to give it another listen.
Midway through, I remembered this one time a couple years ago when I played it for a few people I was hanging out with. I figured they'd find it silly, but no, they actually got legitimately offended by it. I told them "Nah, I always play as Argonian and I still like this song. Nice beat, silly lyrics, etc."
For whatever reason, they weren't having it. They acted so serious about it as if I wasn't playing a fake song about a fake race that exists in a fake universe. Like god damn, they were acting as though I had just told them that I unironically want to bring back slavery or some shit.
Moral of the story: College kids take everything way too seriously, don't even bother fucking with them.
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