Blood should not be a rusty orange. It should be a dark red or maybe a bit of a light red if it's almost cleaned up.
Anyways, I need more tissues and the box just ran out. I guess that's what happens when you have thirty students with bad colds all in the same place with only one tissue box.
Also, yeesh, Keratin must be a strong substance. That fingernail is still intact and in one piece. What purpose does it serve to have such impractically strong finternails/
It was kind of adorable. But at first, I thought that it was malware or something. Chibis that float in front of your web browser is not the kind of thing that I install willingly.
Blood should be dark red or regular red at all times. When it is not one of those two colors, it's bright red or carmine, which means it's outside of the body.
Blood get back in the body. You have work to do, you slacker.
Went to class next door; borrowed tissue box. Done cleaning everything up.
Wondering what to do with fingernail. The sane part of me wants me to throw it away; but a different part of me wants to go preserve it in a jar forever so that future peoples can have a record of my DNA and such.
It's a strange and fascinating thought that all of that information about genetics and stuff; all of the data that defines my heritage and body; and a lot of what makes me "me" can be contained in something so small.
...there is a Rat Princess, right? I mean, I know that there's a Rat King, so there should be a Rat Princess, right? That is, unless the Rat King never had any daughters.
Well, there's always a Rat Queen. That'll never change.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I'm awake now.
I had a weird realization last night: Insisting on "purity" when it comes to my Linux setup is kinda missing the point. After all, the whole point of using Linux is that you can hack this and tweak that and script this to get it the way you want, so insisting on having it exactly the way it was on the Ubuntu CD is stupid.
So when I was in seventh grade, most of the male teachers in my school did a drag pageant to raise money for Haiti. One of the teachers did a cover of a song that I was unfamiliar with at the time but found quite catchy. I recently remembered this and did a quick search on Youtube and when I found the video it took me about ten seconds to realize the singer was a drag queen. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with this. I wasn't even particularly surprised. But now Youtube thinks I'm gay, which I find pretty amusing.
Comments
i hate popped collars oneveryone except Eric Cantona, because i dont think e even knew what bros were, he was just mental
most notable action: karate kicking a spectator in the chest in the middle of a match and then offering this as his only explanation:
(also he scored a lot of good goals but who cares he owns and is totally insane)
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I finally got that fingernail out from between my teeth.
Anybody know how to clean up blood at school without being too conspicuous?
Also, I like my teachers. They're genuinely trying to do a good job and help the students learn.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
None of you told me about this.
Anyways, I need more tissues and the box just ran out. I guess that's what happens when you have thirty students with bad colds all in the same place with only one tissue box.
Also, yeesh, Keratin must be a strong substance. That fingernail is still intact and in one piece. What purpose does it serve to have such impractically strong finternails/
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Blood get back in the body. You have work to do, you slacker.
(there are usually tissues in bathrooms)
and now: a poem
O Spanish Hot Chocolate
why are you so fucking tasty
you are kind of like a dessert
and sort of spicy in a good way
and you are very rich
so that i can only eat
you in very small
spoonfuls
amen
Went to class next door; borrowed tissue box. Done cleaning everything up.
Wondering what to do with fingernail. The sane part of me wants me to throw it away; but a different part of me wants to go preserve it in a jar forever so that future peoples can have a record of my DNA and such.
It's a strange and fascinating thought that all of that information about genetics and stuff; all of the data that defines my heritage and body; and a lot of what makes me "me" can be contained in something so small.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
...there is a Rat Princess, right? I mean, I know that there's a Rat King, so there should be a Rat Princess, right? That is, unless the Rat King never had any daughters.
Well, there's always a Rat Queen. That'll never change.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
^good band
good song