pretty genius.

I thought this was the most brilliant thing... AND THEN JIMMY KIMMEL HITS BACK, HAAHLKDSFJLKDSJF. BEST THING EVER.



(Watch the first video first.)

ugh.

i don't want to fail and retake advert. :\

their story is epic.

You can't mess with the LoVe.

addendum...

After getting SHOCKED! responses on that entry? VIEW THE CLIP, PLEASE. THIS IS POP CULTURE! :D

official now.

YAY.

what happened to bulletproof weeks.

somewhere in between, the beginning and the end, september took the tourist and settled in for good. you could hear the trains again, brooklyn girls in scarves, summer left and no one said a word. we'd open your window, stay in your bed, all day 'til the street lights came on. what happened to feeling cheap radio songs, what happened to thinking the world was flat - what happened to that?

hallelujah, the strike is over.

too bad it came too late or i'd have been there on attachment in about a month. thanks, man. related news: no thanks, tcm.

reflections on semester past.

so this iap business really did bring a right closure to this really shitty, really bad semester. in the way that it's really bad, because i'll be doing media research and marketing. happy happy joy joy. sure, media research, i have myself to blame but fucking seriously, marketing? i've got zero interest in marketing. i swore i wasn't going to touch spss/research methods after that fucking final project/presentation. oh, fate, you tempt me so. i seriously fucking hate it. i can already tell it's going to be an excellent internship.

but okay. semester reflections. i won't divulge into details on why it was a fucked up one, even more so than usual, but you can probably guess why. i like the modules just fine but it's the lack of unity and focus that really throws me off and makes me want to punch babies in the gut. people that aggravated me non-stop. on and on. it makes me so sick that i feel like i want to throw up. at least last semester, i laughed a lot. this time round, these seventeen weeks? i didn't even think about it. i hated doing things based on the idea that i have to produce something by it. i hate being in teams with no focus. i hate being led around with no real end in point. hate being one of the few that does a lot more than expected because the people originally designated to do them are incompetent. worst still if said incompetent people insist on doing things and i/we end up having to redo them anyway. common sense. people lack that here.

but. fingers crossed, i will never work with these people ever again. fuck me gently with a chainsaw if i have to.