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holy fuckin shit weirdest dream ever
So I’m with this group of people trying to fight off a horde of half zombie/half weeping angel (from doctor who) monsters and i keep reliving the gruesome death i was forced to witness of nicolas cage and I have posttraumatic stress disorder and then more zombie angels come and we fight and there’s a crazy chase scene with the rest of my group and I die while the rest of my remaining group avenges me and fights them as i watch.
then i fall into another dream after I die
first of all I was the bitch from wizard of oz in this new dream
and I was in the land that wizard of oz is in and there’s shitloads of bright colorful flowers all over the place
and then it was getting dark so i had to leave for a safer place with my posse
so we go up this hill almost like a roller coaster ride and my posse (including a skinny punk rocking hipster) tells me that it gets scary there after dark and this sun is almost setting
we leave as we roll down the hill and we go into this uber surreal cartoonish ultravibrant hellscape.
everything is mad detailed and we’re in this area where i am a huge anthropomorphic whale dolphin and must swimjump from mountain to mountain inbetween valleys of dark and dangerous waters.
the mountains are all cartoons and red/yellow/green/blue with insane details.
there are monsters everywhere. then i realize that I’m in some sort of virtual reality chamber next to a kfc and that other monsters and things are actually people. lots of them are skaters way larger than I am. all the skaters are also cartoonish. I challenge the skaters that they cant get as high as I am on the mountain that I’m stuck on. they all start skating towards my mountain on the water and actually karate chop my posse and I off the mountain and into the kfc
then my posse gets to the front of the line at kfc and i’m hurngry and i want to get on line but there’s like 15 people ahead of me so I say fuckit I’ll eat some other place. i walk out of kfc and wake up.
the details the whole time were essentially a cross between superjail, pixel art, adventure time, and an acid trip. then once i was in kfc everything was realistic again. and the cashier had a thing of fries he dipped in ketchup and licked the ketchup off of. that was weird. especially because he was wearing a wendy’s uniform.
sorry this is random, but what major are you?
mathematics. at stony there’s applied mathematics(AMS) and like the other kind where you just learn theory and don’t apply it to stuff(MAT)
i major in the latter form of mathematics(MAT)
i also want to major in (MAE) which is mathematics education. because I really always wanted to be a math teacher (or at least for the past 3 years or so)
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new life thing: time is money
i get paid $8 an hour. with this, why don’t i value all my time at a comparable hourly rate.
my life has finite length remaining, albeit probably a relatively long amount of time. but on this earth, i will only have so much time to do the things i want to do.
spending hours a day on tumblr seems like a not awesome choice when faced with the fact that my time is valuable to me.
I propose that my free time be worth approximately $4 an hour to myself. 4 because it’s like minimum wage after taxes and other stuff. perhaps the number should be adjusted but 4 seems like it’s not too low or high.
but basically the mindset is to optimize the value I get out of every hour and every dollar. To be frugal with my time.
just consider your time to be worth something and you should be able to motivate yourself to do bigger and better things. why center your life around something that has no results? just think to yourself whether you would spend 4 dollars on an hour of that tv show or an hour of tumbling and Facebook.
maybe you would spend that $4. this thought process is just to weed out unneeded things from your life from the things you actually are passionate for.
trying this out soon. more theory to come with it soon too maybe.
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The Most Interesting Scumbag Hipster Bachelor Frog in the World
“Nobody knows the trouble i’ve seen” ~ some hipster you’ve probably never heard of.
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i didn’t used to ship thor loki
however…
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why are other people so angry that i’m going to hell?
Like WTF?
how can you have such compassion that it sends you into an inconsolable rage to think of my condemnation and perdition yet you can’t respect my choice as a free-willed autonomous human outside of yourself to do as I please. You do not practice the UNCONDITIONAL LOVE that you preach.
I know what you believe, I know all the big religions (and many of their sub-sects) and what most of their ideologies are. But you know nothing of my beliefs. To educate yourself with an open mind of other religions is to realize the common ground between them and to learn that no religion is more reliable than any other religion.
what I’m saying is why are Christians not Muslims? why are scientologists not Jewish?
because each person, for whatever reason, be it upbringing, tradition, culture, epiphany, guided discovery, etc. chooses the religion they believe. At any time they can turn their back and pick a new one at the drop of a hat. I see no reason to believe one religion more than any other. (except scientology and other ones that are known to be bullshit because scientology is straight out of a science fiction novel which the author actually said he didn’t mean/want for it to become a real religion.)
I believe in something. I don’t know what that something is but It can’t be said that one god is less real than any other. because perhaps all the religions are right in some form or another. perhaps there is some greater meta-god putting out all sorts of conflicting yet equally real deities, pitting us against each other in the greatest battle in the history of mankind: the quest for truth.
you don’t know, you only believe. You can assert that what you believe is true without really knowing it but faith is essentially belief without the necessary knowledge or proof to unequivocally be sure of the believed ideologies.
belief cannot be substituted for fact. because then the problem of religion becomes intractable and absurd. Most people haven’t read their holy books which they supposedly believe to be the word of their god.
those with the greatest faith oftentimes have the most closed minds and believe in the most-specific yet least-broad ideologies. I do not trust those who are so limited in their beliefs yet also think that they hold the all-encompassing key to the universe with that belief. those with closed minds often have closed hearts as well.
one fact that is indubitable it the fact that humans are not perfect. With this knowledge we can inductively assume that religion, which has been carried out mostly through the word of men over centuries, is inherently flawed and imperfect by the very nature of humanity’s imperfection. So to think that your religion is infallible and perfect is to think that all those who came before you were equally perfect. Even in religions where the holy scriptures are tediously and meticulously kept (such as Islam), interpretation as well as misreadings and extremist sects are also imperfect. To have a full understanding of any religion as it was meant to be understood, one must literally have their god(s) speak to them which pretty much never happens and usually stars another imperfect and misunderstood religion.
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So in the season 2 finale Ned Stark will come back to life as THE NORSE GOD OF THUNDER AND SMITE ALL OF WINTERFELL’S ENEMIES ON THE WAY TO THE IRON THRONE
I’m widdit…
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I am a diehard pun fanatic. I couldn’t not reblog this.
Qasim is just occasionally a hater because he doesn’t fuck with silliness and puns like I do.
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In an internet culture, it matters more that I know where the facts can be found, and how to piece them together, curate, and redistribute, than how long I can keep my head submerged in 300 pages of non-fiction. When reading news on the internet, I’m defined by my filters, but when reading a newspaper, I’m defined by my patience for skimming through stories about crises in the Middle East. I’ve found myself buying books on sprees that have more similarity to opening multiple tabs in a browser than the actions of a rational shopper. I page through my magazines like an RSS reader, where “marking read” means reading the headline, not necessarily reading the article. I’ve long since run out of shelf space for new titles, I’m a few pages into a few dozen books, ranging from Plato’s Meno to John Jeremiah Sullivan’s Pulphead […]
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That’s seriously one of the most fucked up things I’ve ever heard. And I have heard a lot of fucked up shit.
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