Me: Where the heck was Ray aiming with that shot?

Dad: Manhattan, I think.

Me: What??!!

Me: Why didn’t they call a foul on Wade?? He hit him right in the face!!

Dad: That’s frapping bull shunt!!

(Beginning of the 4th quarter)

Dad: Here we go!

Dad: Shiy!

Me: Hahahaha, it autocorrected you!!

Dad: I know.

Me: If you type it enough times it’ll stop correcting you eventually.

Me:…Not that I know from personal experience…

Dad: I’m about ready to type the shop out of it.

Dad: Shirt!

Dad: Folk!

My dad and I are watching the Celtics game together.

It doesn’t matter that he’s at home and I’m in my apartment.

We’re keeping a running commentary via texts.

Yet more proof of how awesome our relationship is.

Second date :)

I really love that I’m starting to fit in at work. My next-door teacher neighbor and I do some ridiculously funny stuff, mostly involving “ding-dong-ditching” but with knocking, tin-foil viking helmets, and random notes posted on each other’s doors. Every time I walk to the office, or anywhere on campus really, I see someone who stops to have a conversation with me. I really feel like I have a place here. And it’s been even better outside of school. I’ve met some really cool people who have become fast friends. I’m branching out and meeting new people everywhere, and it’s refreshing. I’m really looking forward to all the good times to be had in the next few years :)

“You’re trying too hard to find the good in somebody that’s just not there.”

- My wise Mama

It’s a relief to know there are sweet, honest, gentlemanly guys out there.

I just can’t let it go because I just don’t understand.

Why would someone who professes a desire to be a friend just suddenly become someone who hates you for no reason at all? Someone who celebrates your absence from group activities, who doesn’t even acknowledge your presence when you are there?

That’s my fault, though. Trying to apply reason to something that makes absolutely no sense.

It’s so juvenile and beneath me that it shouldn’t bother me the way it does.

But it’s like a grain of sand caught in a wound I thought had already healed.

And as much as I’m loath to admit it,

it hurts.

At least English classes used to actually teach English. Now they should just all be called “Standardized Test Prep.”

newyorker:

From the first time we step into an English class, we’re told that the rules matter, that they must be followed, that we must know when it’s appropriate to use a comma and what it means to employ the subjunctive mood. But do these things really matter? Outside of the classroom, what difference does it make if we write “who” instead of “whom” or say “good” instead of “well”?

Ryan Bloom breaks down the language wars in his post, “Inescapably, You’re Judged by Your Language”: http://nyr.kr/M2IOWy

(via triumphantsquid)

I hereby declare today to be Sleep-All-Day Saturday.

What does one do on Sleep-All-Day Saturday?

I’m so glad you asked.

On Sleep-All-Day Saturday, you sleep all day.

You’re welcome.

I talked to my grandpa on the phone for a long while today. I can’t explain how much I love the sound of his voice. I hear my dad in it.

I can’t wait to see him this summer. Over the past several years we’ve developed quite a strong bond. He means so much to me.

I miss him.

I am so over trying to preserve a friendship when the other party clearly doesn’t give a shit.

I’m done trying my damnedest to figure out and fix the problem, done trying to remedy the mistakes and misunderstandings.

It’s just not worth it anymore.

Was it ever?

As much as my kids drive me crazy,

when that last day of school arrives,

I’m gonna be a sobbing wreck.

” It’s like being at a bar but you actually have to listen to what they’re saying.”

- Nick, on Match.com