Finals seem terrifying, I know, but only because everyone else is stressing out about them too. They are going to happen either way, whether you are prepared for them or not, so why not just take them one step at a time. Your stress negatively impacts your performance, and an easy way to reduce stress is time management (FACTS). All nighters are bad. Sleep is good. Just some things to remember. Eat healthy, sleep normally, and study in the room you are taking the exam, if at all possible. Environmental queues will help you recall the things you studied (ie the smell of the room, the desk you sit in, the blank–yes blank– board etc). Also, breaks. For every 4omin you spend staring at a book, you need to do something completely different (exercise, watch TV, eat, interact socially) for at least 15min. Don’t over-do the breaks, but do take them. Your brain seriously needs some processing time, and only takes in so much information before it’s not really learning anything at all. Trust me, I’m a psych major.
So complaining about the fact that most of us graduates will end up in office jobs, working in a cubicle, surrounded by misery and austere managers is a pretty cliche past-time for twenty-somethings like myself. But I think this picture does it in a pretty hilarious, and surprisingly motivational way.
(http://themetapicture.com/ignore-your-books-if-you-want/) TheMetaPicture may or may not be my favorite website to just scroll through almost pathetically regularly.
Anyway, while the whole dinosaur reincarnation metaphor is hilarious, it is actually pretty darn accurate. While that is a little implausible, it represents the dream of fulfilling those aspirations that definitely do not reside behind a computer screen (unless that’s what you aspire to. If so, no offense). Part of this reason I think I find this so important is that I’m not really sure what I want to do yet. Or where I want to be “One Day” when dinosaurs are alive and well again. I certainly know it’s not working for The Man. Whoever that may be.
In all actuality, it’s probably safe to say I will still be saying “Man, I wish I did (insert really cool hindsight inspiration here) before I got lame and set in my ways,” but hopefully it’s something as ridiculous as reinventing the stegosaurus, and not an important, life altering course of action. That would be fine.
Yeah, so I already posted about how makeup can change the appearance of a model so that she looks nothing like the average blah blah blah, but lets take a look at THIS transformation, just for a minute.
These three images are of the same actor, Lawrence Makoare. Yeah. Movie makeup is almost more amazing than Vogue! I mean, the Witch King has a mask and all, but still, from Lurtz to Gothmog! It’s amazing. Also, I had no idea “chewed bubble-gum face” (my affectionate name for the Orc commander at the Battle of Pelennor) was actually called Gothmog. You learn something new every day. This picture, right here, is the reason I love the internet. You just never know what your’e going to find out about your favorite movies.
PS: THE HOBBIT IS COMING OUT SOON. *dancing in the streets*
PPS: Apparently Lawrence Makoare is also playing Bolg in The Hobbit.
Yeah, so he’s a hunk who drove fast cars. Doesn’t mean he can’t also be insightful. Requiescat in pace.
As a girl growing up with barbies and mud-pies at my disposal, I can’t say I really understand why little boys can’t play with dolls or why girls are discouraged from catching frogs in the neighborhood pond. I find that I have a love-hate relationship with the holidays. I want to give everyone books, personally, but my 13 year-old cousin informed me recently that he doesn’t want a book this year, and instead wants a video game. Typical. But I find that even books are gendered. There are books for girls, books for boys, books that “everyone can read.” Bah humbug with the lot of it. If you think a child would enjoy a book, or get something out of it (or any toy for that matter), buy it for them, regardless if it’s “meant” for one sex or the other. My other cousin, also a boy, loves cats and used to carry a little stuffed kitty around with him everywhere, which I thought was the cutest thing in the world. Who cares if it was fluffy and white and had a little bow. It’s what he liked, let him love it as any girl should be able to love a dump-truck filled with sand.
This video, with 4 million+ views, pretty much expresses what I have to say about the absurdity that is gender-stereotyped toys, but it comes out of the mouth of a little girl.
In high school (a predominantly white, upper-middle-class, I’m-slightly-ashamed-of-my-privilage high school), my good friend Jill and I would walk around with those little clicker-things that look like this, counting whatever trend we hated most that day. Sometimes it was north-face jackets, sometimes it was the incorrect usage of the word like (a number which the clicker could not handle), and the frequency of UGG boots (or their knock-offs) scuffing the floors of our school. Let me tell you, the numbers were high. So high, in fact, that I almost wanted to tell everyone that their “super-chic,” frumpy, lumpy, furry, animal skin booties were so UNoriginal that they were worn by almost half the girls in our grade (and likely the population, at the rate their going).
You can purchase these elephantitis-esque shoes for upwards of $700.00 from the actual site (UggAustralia.com), or rip-off designs from places like Target and Payless (damn straight, you’ll pay less…pretty easy to do when the original cost more than my ’97 Ford Taurus).
This might be less about what I found on the interwebs and more about what I see in the world, but seriously, ladies? Don’t you see how ridiculous these shoes look on your feet?
“But they’re so comfy!”
“Yeah, well you look like you are suffering from gout, so I would consider alternate foot-ware.”