You disappoint me so.

Feb 23

frenchfri:

lostboycolours:

fuckyeahrandombritishindiebands:

theleonellas:

littlejohnnybeamer:

undeadlover:

zombiedynamite:

ddeathorglory:

ivegotarmsandyouvegotlegs:

getoffyourhighhippogriff:

piscmini:

REALLY?

This can’t be fucking serious.

What the fucking fuck?

this cannot be realwhat the FUCK

This country TOTALLY has it’s fucking priorities. Fuck this I’m leaving this country some day….Fucking brain dead zombified mother fuckers….

I’m gonna cut a bitch.

Who wrote this article? This is fucking disgusting.

This is bull-fucking-shit

Usually I think people need to chill the fuck out and stop hating on America, but this is a step to far even for me

REALLY? REALLY? HIS HAIRCUT? LOOK AT YOUR LIFE. LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES.

I really don’t often say this, but seriously: go kill yourself.
The author couldn’t have been taking a shot at his or her own career, no? it must be that we’re all ignorant slobs whose only apparent worry is whether or not the pizza will actually be delivered in thirty minutes or less.

lostboycolours:

fuckyeahrandombritishindiebands:

theleonellas:

littlejohnnybeamer:

undeadlover:

zombiedynamite:

ddeathorglory:

ivegotarmsandyouvegotlegs:

getoffyourhighhippogriff:

piscmini:

REALLY?

This can’t be fucking serious.

What the fucking fuck?

this cannot be real

what the FUCK

This country TOTALLY has it’s fucking priorities. Fuck this I’m leaving this country some day….Fucking brain dead zombified mother fuckers….

I’m gonna cut a bitch.

Who wrote this article? This is fucking disgusting.

This is bull-fucking-shit

Usually I think people need to chill the fuck out and stop hating on America, but this is a step to far even for me

REALLY? REALLY? HIS HAIRCUT? LOOK AT YOUR LIFE. LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES.

I really don’t often say this, but seriously: go kill yourself.

The author couldn’t have been taking a shot at his or her own career, no? it must be that we’re all ignorant slobs whose only apparent worry is whether or not the pizza will actually be delivered in thirty minutes or less.

(via bacons0up)

Jul 30

LAS professors declare all other majors useless, waste of money

Because, clearly, math and science are for us cretins. And specializing in a technical field will only lead to a life of ignorance. Yes, I’m taking this on the word of Yahoo! News. And yes, I looked both profs. up, and only one is officially LAS (the other is technically in the School of International Affairs, or something like that) but still, c’mon, these guys sound like complete buffoons. Want proof? I point you to the apparent delusion that ceramic engineering is a waste of time and effort, as it is clearly about pots (N.B. It’s not).

Feb 14

This Does Not Frustrate/Otherwise Infuriate Me!

Starwars themed sleeping bag? YES!

Jan 6

It’s a tumblr, you Twit-face!

It has occurred to me that tumblr serves no purpose. One might assume this would prompt me to delete my account, lest my online paper trail be forever tainted by association with a short-lived blog-like item. In reality, however, sites like Facebook and Twitter (and tumblr) will continue to exist long after the fall of each site’s respective Internet civilization. What proof do I have? Well, I point you to Friendster.com, which was popular for a short time, disappeared, and can, magically, still be found at the same domain name. Check it out. I’ll be enjoying the fact that I’m almost with the curve (for once) on this “tumblr” deal.

Jan 3

Considering the URL of this Site…

I named this URL thisfrustratesme.tumblr.com. I feel as if I should force this blog to conform to this, despite the fact that I selected this because the process of finding an unused URL was unfathomably frustrating. Because I cannot (viz. am too lazy to) find some product or news story to be angry about, I will treat the two people following me to story they have already heard for the sake of actually adding something to this thing, which I hear the young people call a “tumblr”.

A while back before Halloween, I sent this out via the “Facebook.”

So on Friday night (yesterday), there was a “medium” and “paranormal investigator” speaking at the Student Union. I attended his lecture, which was standard as far as these things go. Afterward, I was selected by means of a raffle to go on a “Ghost walk”/investigation of a building on campus with about 25 other people. For the most part, we stood in the front hall of this house, while he talked loudly into a voice recorder, waiting for ghostly voices to make themselves known. After about 30 minutes of this, he switched over to what is known to such investigators as a “Franks box”. This item is, literally, a radio. The ghosts supposedly speak…through the radio. Yes, hearing voices on the radio is now proof of the paranormal. Should we let them know that I sometimes see people on T.V.?!? Anyway, the highlight of this entire endeavour is when he asks the radio- sorry, “Franks box”- who among those present the ghost would like to talk to. Through the snippets of radio station he’s scanning through at a normal scanning pace, he claims to hear the name “Richard”. “Anyone named Richard?”, he asks. No one is named that here. So he asks again. This time, other people claim to hear “Richard”. Mind you, there’s still no one named that in the building. As a joke, I yell “I heard KITCHEN!!!!”. What do you think happens next? The medium magically hears “kitchen” as well, and we send someone off that way…I’ll hand it to the man though, he can put on a show, and he covers his tracks well when he’s done. He “cleansed the house” before he left.

So there the story is. Practically verbatim (actually, completely verbatim, but with spelling errors fixed).

Jan 2

And thus it begins…