sigh
This is definitely going to be the worst part about amortality.
My first DM died on Sunday. I found out earlier today.
In all honesty, I never considered us very close. In the time I knew him he always seemed hopelessly, unhealthily devoted to whichever girlfriend he had at the time. It was a pain in the ass scheduling D&D sessions because he always had band practice or work or his girlfriend was in town or. and that would’ve been fine, understandable, but he was pretty awful at communicating with us. He’d agree to be there and then text one of us five minutes before (or fifteen minutes after) we were supposed to start canceling the session for whatever reason.
I’d be lying if I said I remembered him being in Ben’s basement the summer I nearly lived down there with my then group of friends. Sure, he’d come around sometimes and we’d play M:tG or WoW or whatever, but I don’t feel like we ever really connected.
All that said, I owe Alex a debt. I was pretty depressed in middle and high school but sometime in Freshman year I was walking past where he and my future friends would gather in the mornings and he shouted at me to come join them, having recognized me from a club meeting. and shortly thereafter I had a group of friends I could call my own. Which led to brighter things.
It’s been years, though. He was one of the people at the center of the fuckery that broke up that group of friends, while I watched people who’d known each other since elementary school tearing into each other because, honestly, I hadn’t the slightest clue what the fuck was going on, and not the slightest interest in taking on yet another person’s problems.
He said we should hang out soon when I last spoke to him on Facebook. I said I’d let him know when I was next in town. I’ve been up twice since.
It’s just a little sad.
six hours of sleep a few days running followed by five for the past 2.
Generally I think I’ve napped a little later in the day on these occasions, but this is odd.
I’m wondering if I’m progressing towards sleeplessness. If that’s the case I need to get to working on the conversions of heat and light into usable energy. if that fails I can probably run myself off reality.
I’d think this substantially less odd if I were able to easily fall back asleep after waking up these first times after five or six hours. But I haven’t been.
Overcoming challenges are how we grow as people.
they’re important.
I hold that understanding that means I get to complain as much as I like, given that the complaints are hollow given that I understand why I put myself through challenging situations.
One of the saddest photos I’ve saved in my computer.
No fucking way.
…
oh my god
holy…
Mother of God.
oh my holy god.
oh my god :(…………
omg
oh god.
they obviously didn’t die if the picture was uploaded to the computer… but its still sad!
^ the camera with this picture on was found in the the rubble after the attack.
reblogging every time.
omfg.
omgg </3
this made me cry
oh.my.gosh! </3
Oh my god
Imagine the aftermath.
This is honestly one of the most intense photos i have seen from 9/11. So sad
This is sad to look at looking how calm he is and not knowing whats about to happenthis photo makes me feel so sick :(
fuck i bursted out into tears
Fuck. To prove this isn’t a photoshop job or anything, reblog and click the picture, then look at this picture again.
Wow
r.i.p;omg this is so sad
oh my god
OMG I’M CRYING!
fake
http://www.snopes.com/rumors/photos/tourist.asp
‘gotta cite your sources.
EVERY TIME MY STUDIO PROFESSOR USES THE PHRASE “HIGHLY ARTICULATE” DURING A DESK CRIT, I PEE MY PANTS A LITTLE.
It appalls me that people don’t seem to have a drive to better themselves.
Now, this could be taken as saying that it appalls me that people seem to be content with themselves. That, however, would be incorrect. That’s not how they seem.
They complain and bemoan their every shortcoming, they wallow in self-pity and misery. They, apparently, don’t realize or consciously ignore that they are the only person who can solve most of their problems (because most of their problems are with themselves).
If I have a fear, it’s something which limits me, which is something I need to learn to deal with. By which I mean either get over the fear or be able to willfully ignore it in requisite situations (I’m not the biggest fan of spiders. Motorcycles are like breeding grounds for spiders, notably when kept outside, but I’ve never trusted garages to be secure from bugs. Considering that when you’re on the highway at 60MPH+ and a spider crawls out from your bike and onto your leg you can either keep your cool and freak out and crash, I realized I needed to either stop fearing spiders, or to at least act like it).
seriously, how do people not have this insatiable drive to be better. It’s like the healthiest, purest form of being competitive. So many people just give up if they aren’t good at something when they first try. People say things like “I can’t learn unless I can see it visually”, creating false dualities when really there is a range of grays. That’s bullshit. Skills build over time. Practice makes perfect. There’s a reason for sayings like that. and though there is very likely a certain way you learn better than other ways, it’s absolute bollocks to say that you simply can’t learn in other ways. It’s just not as easy for you. Stop being such a lazyass and give it some goddamn effort.
Yes, that’s exactly what I want. for humanity to stop being so lazy and self-defeating and to give life some goddamn effort.
