The Players Union is not going to like this, it’s really going to bring down the price of free agents this offseason:
I assume the Padres are currently firing a greivance with the league as we speak.
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(via sportspage)
As much as I love living off campus, in my own apartment, with the freedom to do my own thing, I miss having cable SO MUCH. I didn’t realize how much I enjoy it until I get to go home and spend hours watching TV. The one thing I miss the most, watching my NYY! Ugh as much as I love reality TV, watching the Yankees always get my juices flowing. I know it’s early in the season but watching highlights the next day sucks the fun out of everything. I already know what’s going to happen. I guess seeing it late is better than not seeing an awesome play at all. I just can’t wait to GO HOME! Summer break is only two weeks away. My MCAT is two weeks after. Hopefully by then I’ll have a job but I’m so excited for the chance to just watch some games live. Missing Jeter go 4-5 and have yet another amazing game makes me so upset. Batting .411 on the season and I’ve seen ONE GAME! I guess it’s a problem that I’m this upset over missing a few Yankees games, but baseball season is my everything. On a brighter note, I’m so excited to watch the Yanks play with some of my sisters in a few weeks.
the love of my life. i can always count on her to be excited to see me when i come home
(Source: designed-for-life, via designed-for-life)
i really honestly think i hurt my hand making a fucking balloon arch. like is that a joke?! i strained my hand tying balloons together. if that’s not a sorority girl problem, i don’t know what is… at least it was the best balloon arch ever :) love my sisters <3
Woo first post? Not sure why I feel like I need to say that but I do. Even though let’s be real, you should be the excited ones. You’re reading all about the amazing thoughts that go running through my head on a daily basis. I promise I’m not always so self-centered. I just like to talk, mostly about myself.
I guess first off a few quick things about myself. Just the cliffnotes. For now. Sorority girl. Biology major. Sports Management minor. Aspiring doctor. Sassy. Witty. Funny. Done :)
As an afore mentioned aspiring doctor, I’m taking an MCAT class to help me study for the MCATs. (Prep classes are a hard concept. SAT class to prepare for the SAT?? SHUT UP!) Anyway, I don’t even know why I’m pre-med. OK I do know why. I just don’t know why anyone would want to associate with them. Stereotypical pre-med students have huge egos; care only about their grades and how they look on paper; have to argue every point to prove they know best when let’s be real…they don’t; and quite frankly, they’re straight up assholes. Perfect example. We’re in this online classroom learning about electron configuration. One girl/boy/who cares asks a question and the professor, an annoying albeit very smart woman from Texas, starts explaining what’s what and terminology and this ASSHOLE Robert Something from Fuckerville, USA decides to explain what the correct answer choice before the professor started an explanation. So all she said was “Yes Robert, exactly.” And all I thought was “Yes Robert, please, explain the solution to a problem so difficult even I could figure it out.” (I’m horrible at Organic Chemistry and if I can explain the solution without hesitation, it’s pretty fucking easy.) Like how much of an asshole can you be? Over 70% of the class got that question right. What’s the point of explaining the solution? Before anyone asked a question about the solution nonetheless. Oh wait you’re trying to show us how smart you are. Well it didn’t work. Now I just think you’re an asshole who’s really dumb who’s trying to explain the easy ones so we don’t figure out you’re going to the MCAT because you’re a huge fucker who honestly, probably sucks at life.
The other types of pre-meds I CANNOT stand are the idiots who are barely Biology 1000 and are CONVINCED they’re going to become neurosurgeons. Like can we just be honest for a second. If you can’t remember the difference between a plant cell and an animal cell, which I learned in like 7th grade, I really really oppose your poking and prodding my spine. And it’s not like you don’t know you suck at basic life science. Stop trying to fool yourself, because no one else is buying your “I’m so smart I’m going to become a doctor” charade. And it’s not like they’re the hardest workers either. They’re the ones who come to class hungover, if at all. I’m the first one to admit I’m pretty much dumb as a rock. But ask any of my sorority sisters where I was during finals week last semester and they couldn’t tell you for the life of them. Because I was in hiding, in my room, studying on the floor so I wouldn’t fall asleep on a chair or in bed. I’m not saying all hail me because I’m the patron saint of idiots but I’m saying if you’re lacking in one area, like say your studies, and you have goals you actually WANT to attain, wouldn’t you be working actively to try to reach those goals?
I didn’t really try to reach any kind of lesson writing this post, but I mean maybe I was destined to reach the people of tumblr. Even if no one currently follows me. And my only reader will probably be my cousin, Mel. But only because I told her I was doing this post and she gave me the idea to write about the idiots in my class. BUT that’s cool too. I don’t mind if no one reads this. I think.
With love. And passion. And a little bit (loads) of anger.
C