“You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. I’m an easy target. Yeah, you’re right, I talk too much. I also listen too much. I could be a cold-hearted cynic like you… but I don’t like to hurt people’s feelings. Well, you think what you want about me; I’m not changing. I like… I like me. My wife likes me. My customers like me. ‘Cause I’m the real article. What you see is what you get.”— Planes, Trains and Automobiles
“The Dream Act is a simple idea. We’ve educated these kids, who were brought into the U.S. by their parents when they were very young. Why not get something back from them as working, taxpaying adults? Under the act they wouldn’t immediately become citizens but be granted permanent residency if they entered the United States before they were 16 and have lived in the country at least five years. They then would have to graduate from high school and complete either two years of college or two years of military service. Democrats promise to bring the Dream Act to a vote before the end of the year in the lame duck session, but those who oppose it already are busy demonizing the politicians who favor it and the people who would participate in it.”—E.J. Montini (via azspot)
This is the best single sentence I’ve ever heard or read that I could use to describe my introverted tendencies. This whole article is a fantastic read if you are an introvert, or if you know and love some introverts.
I have friends who are currently active in the South Korean army. And knowing the North have been building nuclear weapons just terrifies me even further.
If North Korea makes one more move the United States and South Korea will wipe Pyongyang off the peninsula in ways Kim Jong-Il only knows in his dreams. The country is bankrupt, their attempts to create nuclear weapons in the past were weak and China isn’t backing them up on this. Judging from Facebook, my friends in South Korea are more interested in their government being clear with the DPPK that stuff like this can’t happen again without real consequences. The amount of artillery on the border of North and South Korea negates the need for nuclear weapons to begin with anyway.
“I was having breakfast at Starbucks this morning and there was this homeless kid sitting outside, I felt bad for him you know? So I bought him some hot chocolate, a couple of muffins and brought them outside to give them to him. When I was telling him about a couple of decent homeless shelters and asked about his story he just gave me this most awful look like I spat in his face. Apparently, he goes to Georgetown University and is an art history major. Then proceeded to tell me the way he dresses reflects the tormented creative soul he is, and he was sitting outside protesting some shit about owls or dolphins or water or humming birds whatever the hell it was. So I think i just mistook a hipster for a homeless kid. Either way do you want these muffins?”—My Dad, meeting hipsters in the wild. (via brain-food)
This is epic. I want to be friends with your dad. (via jessicachu)
I never thought it’d come to this. When I was nine years old and had to leave Michigan to come live in a suburb of Atlanta I was absolutely miserable. I was allergic to everything, got food poisoning and pneumonia in the same year, and had a pretty rough time in 4th grade. I didn’t really appreciate being told “thank you” wasn’t enough, but that I needed to say “thank you ma’am/sir” if the person I was talking to was at least 30 minutes older than me. I wasn’t a fan of how people talked or dressed and I missed feeling like I was home. It just wasn’t home and I was too young to understand why or deal with the culture shock well.
Flash forward thirteen years and now I couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else but Georgia right now. Part of this is of course because home is not a place, but people. However, I do have to say there are things I definitely took for granted. I miss Southern hospitality, people looking me in the eye, Coke products being served at all restaurants. Perhaps it too comes with the disappointment that despite being more on the “blue” side of things rather than the “red” that even Cambridge, Massachusetts is not the beacon of liberalism and equality I hoped for. The fact I constantly have to defend and explain the South here says a lot for that, among other things. I like Georgia because it’s upfront about it’s imperfections. I also miss sunlight and warmer temperatures. I’m just thankful enough to have lived in three different places and what those experiences have given to me as a person in my educational journey.
So Georgia, sorry for being a spoiled brat in the beginning. I didn’t know how good I had it until I left.