i droVE TWO HOURS

Y’ALL YOU CAN CALL ME JOANNE BECAUSE I PULLED OFF THE ULTIMATE SCAM LAST NIGHT.

I’ve been seeing the same POT for a month now. Yesterday was our fourth meet and I was going to mentally declare him an SD from now on. You’d better believe that was C A N C E L L E D.

After spending two hours getting ready, I drove another two hours in the snow in Toronto traffic to meet this man at a restaurant for our date. I got there, grabbed a table and sat down when he texted me saying he fell asleep and to order for him because he would be there soon. This really pissed me off because the last time we met up he was an hour late, and the time before that he was off by 20 minutes. Now, I had already spent money and time driving to the restaurant so my ass was NOT about to turn around and leave. No, I knew he would come, even if it took 2 hours. And it did. Straight up, two hours.

Luckily my boyfriend came and saved the day by covering my tab and letting me use his laptop to charge my phone in the restaurant. He stayed with me until this man arrived.

I walked out to his car, smiling and pretending everything was okay, because my ass already had a plan.

There was no way I’d be fucking and sucking this dude tonight. No way in hell! Had it been a vanilla man I would’ve already blocked his number and forgot his name but I was going to suck this man dry of every hour of my time that he wasted.

I turned to him, smiling and said, “babe, do you want to go to the mall?”

You’d better believe his ass took me to the Eaton Center, scrambling to make up for tonight. I had him withdraw $2,000 cash and buy me $400 worth of Steve Madden and Aritzia gear. Then, before it was time to leave, “I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, “I’ll meet you outside once you grab the car from the parking garage.”

And what the fuck did I do? I grabbed an Uber and hauled my ass back home. If anyone saw a young woman running down the street in Louboutins and an arm full of shopping bags last night, that was me.

After two hours of texting him and pretending I couldn’t find him outside, he got the hint.

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Happy 263rd, kiddo! Thank you for all your brilliance, dedication, hard work, and trouble instigating. It was nice to finally meet you in person.

[Col. Benjamin Tallmadge, born Feb 25, 1754; died March 7, 1835]

Schizonephilim’s experience with an abscessed tooth...that nearly killed them

Hey everybuddy! Aunt Scripty here. Today’s post is a guest post by @schizonephilim , who was kind enough to share their story of a near-fatal abscessed tooth.

I’m always welcome to posting interesting personal stories that writers can use for inspiration and details in their work, and if you have a story you’d care to share, go ahead and submit one!

Note that I haven’t edited this post for content or for grammar.

Thanks so much to schizonephilim for their openness and for sharing.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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I’ve really been enjoying your blog!  Reading more realistic medical advice, I think, will really help my writing.  :) (Awww, thanks! ~AS)

In October 2009, I had gone to a local concert with my mom, and I was having the time of my life.  I noticed in the breaks between the two main performers that my left jaw was starting to get sore, but I attributed that to all the screaming I’d done at first.  By the time it was all over with and we had driven home, however, the pain was steadily increasing, and I realized I probably had an abcessed tooth.

That was on a Saturday.  By Monday, my jaw was beginning to swell, so I managed to get in to see my dentist, who gave me a round of antibiotics (500 mg of penicillin, 3 times a day) and pain meds.  I was in too much pain to go to work, so I called in and stayed home.  I took the antbiotics religiously, making sure never to miss a dose, and I was in so much pain that I seemingly ate the pain pills like they were candy (I REALLY don’t recommend that), but neither medicine seemed to have any effect.

Wednesday rolled around, and the swelling in my jaw (and the pain) was getting worse.  Also, my jaw was beginning to stiffen, making it harder to open my mouth to eat or talk.  I went back to my dentist, and he gave me another prescription of antibiotics (now 4 times a day) and more pain meds.  I also got a note for work for the days I had missed so far and drove it to my job so my boss could see that I wasn’t exaggerating my situation.  I remember he’d made the joke, “You sure you didn’t break your jaw?”  All I could say was, “If I had, it’d probably hurt less.”

When Friday came, my condition had deteriorated.  I could barely eat between the pain of chewing and my jaw stiffening to the point I could barely open my mouth, I mostly stayed in bed with an overwhelming desire to sleep, and I struggled to get any sleep because of the pain.  My dad wanted to take me back to our dentist, but he was out of the office that day.  His staff was in, however, and they were able to refer us to an oral surgeon in a nearby town.  I was in no condition to drive, so he took me to the oral surgeon.

As luck would have it, it was raining cats and dogs when we got there, and the oral surgeon’s office had lost power.  He still saw me, though.  Without power to his equipment, he couldn’t do much of anything in depth to look at me, but he listened to us and he could see for himself what sort of condition I was in.  He put in a call to my regular doctor to get me in, and I was off back to my hometown to see him.  Before we left, he told us that if I started having difficulty swallowing, I needed to go to the ER immediately.  (Better than waiting till it was hard to breathe, he said.)

My doctor took one look at me, listened to me and my dad (mostly my dad, because it hurt too much to speak), and prescribed three shots of Rocephin (sp?) over three days.  I received the first shot there in his office, and the next two over the next two successive days at the hospital because his office was closed on the weekends.

When Sunday evening came, I had reached the end of my rope, so to speak.  I had already received my third shot of Rocephin earlier that day, and the round of new antibiotics was just as ineffective as the penicillin.  My jaw had swollen to frightening proportions, and the lack of rest and constant pain had driven me to my wits’ end.  It was, in fact, getting difficult to swallow, but that was overshadowed by the rest.  I had my mom take me to the ER, where we had to sit for a few hours in the waiting room before ever seeing a doctor.  They were completely unable to take my temperature, since I couldn’t get my teeth far enough apart to fit the thermometer through them no matter how I tried.

I live in a small town, so we don’t have an abundance of specialists.  When I finally saw the ER doctor, he referred me to an ear, nose, and throat specialist (ENT) at a hospital about two hours away.  My brother drove me the two hours, and I arrived at about 1:00 on Monday morning.  I went through triage quickly and was put in an exam room.  While we were waiting for the specialist, a med student came in and explained that she had heard about my condition and wanted to see for herself.  I didn’t mind, since I figured if she ever saw that situation again, maybe she could learn something.  After all, it’s not every day that an abcessed tooth gets that badly out of hand.

Once the ENT came in, I finally, FINALLY, was able to get a dose of morphine, and let me tell you, the relief from having the pain eased was so sweet I wanted to cry.  He sent me for an MRI so that he could see exactly where the pockets of infection were.  Luckily, I don’t have a sensitivity to iodine like my dad does, otherwise I would have been in real trouble.  Once the MRI was over, they took me to a different room than before, and I was left to wait with my brother again.  I can’t remember if I had my second dose of morphine before or after the MRI was done; my memory is understandably a little fuzzy about that detail.  I remember hearing what sounded like a man screaming in agony in another room nearby while I waited; I imagined that he had been injured in an accident and had broken bones, but of course, I had no idea what their particular story was, and I didn’t ask.

By the time the ENT came in to see me again, that second dose was wearing off.  He explained to me exactly what he was going to do.  The infection was structured in a kind of honeycomb way, so simply opening and draining wasn’t going to work; they were going to have to scrape the infection out.  He gave me a local anesthetic, but before doing that, he explained that because the infection was acidic, it would burn off the anesthetic quickly.  I didn’t feel the incision just beneath my jaw when he made it, but every other sensation was agony.  I felt him scraping inside my jaw and neck, pushing out mounds of pus, and the smell made me want to throw up.  For those who are unfamiliar with infections of that nature, it smelled like meat that had spoiled in the refrigerator…but it was my meat, and it was right underneath my nose.  My brother held my hand through the whole procedure, and I was clenching my jaw and holding in the urge to scream in pain.

Once he was satisfied that he had gotten out as much as he could, he washed out the area with a saline solution and packed it full of what looked like gauze ribbon.  He explained to me that he couldn’t stitch up the area, since that would be inviting the infection to come back, and he left probably an inch or so of the ribbon hanging out of the incision, and taped gauze over the area to keep it covered.  He said that it was for giving the infection a path to travel out, which made sense to me.  I was given follow-up appointments and discharge instructions, along with one last dose of morphine and a prescription for more (different) antibiotics and pain pills.  It was somewhere around 3:00 or maybe later when we left, and it was about dawn when we arrived home.

It took me about another week to recover, and at least two weeks to be somewhat back to normal.  I wasn’t told at the time, but when I went to the ER in my hometown and was sent to the larger hospital, the doctor had told my mother that I had to go right then, that it couldn’t even wait until morning.  I was on the verge of sepsis, and I only truly appreciated that fact later.

One last interesting tidbit about my experience.  When the ENT was scraping the infection out, he said that he was going to send off samples to see exactly what sort of bacteria it was that had caused all this trouble.  On one of my follow-up appointments, I thought to ask about what the results had been, but the doctor, despite searching the computer database and even calling the labs at the hospital, couldn’t find any trace of the samples.  To this day, I still have no idea what bacteria had caused the infection that gave me so much hell and, if not for the ENT and the wonderful other doctors and nurses and their expertise, would have been the end of me.

Happy Transgender Day of Visibility everyone! I am a transgender man and a 3rd year medical student who will be applying to pathology residency programs next year. I had a 3 hour exam this morning, followed by an all-too-brief hangout session with friends whom I haven’t seen in weeks because we’re all at different sites in the rural medicine program. Then I had an Extremely Important Meeting about my future and drove two hours home so I am going to Sleep

i had the absolute best day today. julia, lindsey and i drove two & half hours to the coast and roamed around boardwalk shops and the beach. we found this pastel pink motel and the managers let us into the top suite to take photos in, we took really cute polaroids and are going to take the whole crew back to stay the night in march. we drove a ways to the beach and set up a picnic, lindsey collected sand dollars and i took some really pretty shots of her in the wild grass. dinner was pasta at a tiny pizzeria by the shore and just barely left before the sun started to set. between all the sing alongs in the car and moments for perfect photography it was beyond perfect, i’m so grateful.

Wales Comic Con April 2017

I’ve not usually been one for any sort of trip reporting for… years. And it may not be something I’ll keep up. But this con, I had to. And I *think* everyone I saw last weekend is here so I can tag them/say they can tag themselves if they want?? Hopefully. But in any case it might be nice to get some actual, ya know, blogging on this blog.

Under the cut (sssssh, I’m the LJ gen) is a lot more rambling/some pics.

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Connor McDavid #10

Requested by Anon:  hiiiiiii you truly are the master of imagines, just sayin. could you do one where your'e dating a player and you attend the teams fan event thingy where fans can line up for autographs and photos and you would attend the event like a normal fan and when you get to him you guys be super cute but also low key? connor mcdavid/johnny gaudreau/andre burakovsky, take your pick! you’re awesome.

*Hiii!! Thank you so very much. I took my pick and chose Connor for this one. I just feel like this suits him the most. I hope you like it. I had a smile the whole time I was writing this. :)*

Word count: 874

Originally posted by bortuzzo

According to your calculations, you have approximately three minutes to interact with Connor McDavid, captain of the Edmonton Oilers and captain of your world, before the fifty-plus other fans behind you will start shoving forward and yelling for you to get a move on. If there’s one thing you don’t want to do today, it’s to attract attention.

Subtlety is a thing of beauty.

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Moonlight (2016)
Movie Review by: Will Whalen

Moonlight is the story of a young black man who has a particularly troubled home life and deals with own struggles such as dealing with his sexuality and finding his place in life. This film takes place over three chapters of his life as a young boy, a teenager, and an adult. Moonlight stars Mahershala Ali, Naomie Harris, Janelle Monae and 3 separate actors that play our main character of Chiron or AKA Little and Black.

Before today, I literally had no idea what this movie was about. I haven’t seen a trailer or anything before I saw this and drove two hours away from where I live, to see this film by myself just based off hype. Because where I live, typically, we don’t get films like these. Let me just say, it was worth every bit of the drive and I don’t regret it a bit.

Like I said, I had no idea what I was going into before seeing this today and was floored upon watching this. This is a type of film that doesn’t really get a lot of light shown on the subject and when it does get done, it is almost never done with such emotion and such fantastically done filmmaking. Just a forewarning, this a heartbreaking and emotional gut punch of a film and to me, is a really important one, in many ways than just its subject matter. Although, that does have a lot to do with it because it really shows that hard truth and brutal truth of life and how it feels to be outcasted and alone and doesn’t hold back.

Moonlight comes from A24 which is a studio that has continuously delivered many great films and several favorites of mine this year alone. This is directed and written by Barry Jenkins and might I say, fantastically done in both categories of direction and writing. The directing however, is what I will praise most. With many long tracking shots and stand still frames that crafted and made a scene launch into a visually stunning and much more impacting film. You could tell that a lot of thought went into each frame such as themes to do with color or placement of someone in a frame. However the tracking shots were fantastic and one of my favorite things to be done in films and to see it done so often and so well, was great.. The lighting in this film was also done wonderfully and conveyed a lot of meaning. There was one scene in particular that reminded me of a scene that would be in a Nicolas Winding Refn film.

The performances in this film were fantastic across the board with a terrific child performance and probably one of the best of the year. Every actor that portrayed our main character, did a remarkable job maintaining this character across three different time periods of his life. If it weren’t for the fact that he is portrayed by three different actors, it would be on grounds for an Oscar nomination. A really great and grounded performance that is also given by Mahershala Ali that really hit deep for me. With three different parts, it always stays grounded and real, and never once strays away from the characters and always stays focused on what it’s trying to say and never feels preachy.

The first two acts of this are brilliant and are on a whole other level. With intense and heart pulling stuff but once it gets to its final act, it slows way down and that’s probably the biggest problem and maybe even the only problem with this film. That being said, it doesn’t ever get bad one bit. This third act is still fantastic but it seems to pull you out of the ride a bit and throw you off. After experiencing what was previously experienced, it just becomes a much slowly paced conclusion. I feel like maybe upon a second viewing, it would be less of a problem but if it weren’t for that, I’d say this is about as perfect of a movie as it can be. This is a gut punching and absolute heartbreaking film that is bound to make you feel angry, sad, make you cringe and even make you squeeze a tear or seven out and more often to watch, isn’t easy to watch.

That being said, it’s a fantastic, visually stunning, important, and among the most notable films of 2016 and one that should not be missed. Check this out if you can because it is masterful.

I’m going to give Moonlight...

4.5 out of 5 stars.

A Little Something About Faith (Part 2)

You guys!!! I am so overwhelmed with the response to Part 1! I never ever expected that so thank you!!! Not gonna lie, it felt really good to get some writing posted after a little break. 

If you haven’t read Part 1, you can find it right here. The story will make more sense if you read that part first. 

xx

Previously…

“Harry, please just listen to me,” you pleaded.

“Why? So you can tell me something else you’ve been keeping from me? What is it? Huh? Is there someone else?”

Not believing the words that were spewing out of his mouth, you got up from the bed and began to walk towards the door.

“Where do you think you’re goin’? We’re not done here!” Harry shouted.

“Yeah, Harry, we are.” Phone in hand, you walked downstairs to the entrance to the garage, slipped into a pair of flip flops, grabbed your car keys and soon enough you were driving away with no destination.

Only after staying upstairs for half an hour after you left, he’d finally cooled down a bit and decided he needed to listen to you. But it was too late.

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The first couple steps Harry took down the stairs, with senses on high alert, he could tell something was wrong. He couldn’t hear the tv playing some random show that you watched out of boredom, there was no clanging of pots and pans against the sink as you washed them, there was nothing.  

There was no way you could have left. You’ve had arguments before and although they weren’t as serious as this one, neither one of you had ever left. You gave each other space, but it had never gone so far as someone leaving. There was no way you could’ve left, right? Wrong. 

After standing at the bottom of the stairs just staring into space, hoping you’d make a sound and come around the corner, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Harry fell to his knees and let out a cry that most definitely would’ve alerted his neighbors, had he had any around. 

“No! God please, no! Fuck!” Harry rocked back and forth on his knees, pulling at his hair. He didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was going to be sick, he was so upset. His cries were so violent that he was choking on air and his head began throbbing, inducing dry heaves. Harry managed to make his way to the bathroom just in time before emptying the contents of his stomach.

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Broken

A/N : This is entry for @mysteriouslyme81 challenge, the Supernatural Music 2016/17 Challenge. I was given the prompt song “Little Black Box” by Stan Walker. Lyrics from the song are in bold. This was Beta’d by the amazing and talented @babypieandwhiskey, she is absolutely fantastic. Tags are below the cut, I have used the tag lists from SPN Fanfic Pond and @mrswhozeewhatsis. If you have been tagged and would like to be removed please message me and I will remove you ASAP.

Summary: Reader is upset with dean and dean tries to prove his innocence.

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST, INJURY TO A PREGNANT WOMAN, CAR ACCIDENT.

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader.

Word count: 2125

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

It had been two long weeks since you had last seen Dean Winchester and it had been the worst two weeks of your life. You had been dating the eldest Winchester for about two years before you realized he had been cheating on you. It had broken your heart when the two of you had a massive argument. He had repeatedly lied to you about being on a case and he was well known for being a womanizer. Dean denied that anything had happened and you hurled abuse at him in an attempt to make him feel as bad as you did.  After the fight, you had packed your bags and left the Bunker quickly, driving for hours before pulling into a motel and crashing for the night. You meant to move on the next morning but you just got consumed with your grief and started dragging yourself to the local bar, trying to forget your sorrows by watching the people around you but never succeeding.

You had run into a few hunters about a week ago, who were passing through the town on the way to their next hunt. As you chatted with them, they mentioned hearing from Dean that he was looking for you. You made them swear not to tell him where you were but apparently that meant nothing because now you were stuck in a bar with the one and only Dean Winchester. You really needed to find a way to change your luck.

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philkas week - day 4; breakup. 

ao3

The fight is explosive. Raised voices, crying, pacing around the room, hair-tugging explosive – and the looming finality of Philip’s whispered, “I don’t know what I want anymore,” after Lukas asks sucks all the air out of their little apartment like a flashfire. It’s the worst argument they’ve ever been in, and, by the end of it, Lukas is drained; sits on the edge of the bed – their bed – with his head in his hands, lungs burning from the effort he’s putting in not to scream. It’s been six years. Six good years. High school and college and the year Philip deferred for an internship in London. And now…

“I don’t know what I want anymore,” Philip said, eyes wet and shiny with unshed tears, and Lukas doesn’t know what he wants either, but he knows it sure as hell isn’t this. Him, without the words to patch everything up brand new. Philip, across the room and a million miles away.

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how society treats sports fans vs how they treat nerd fans

sports fan: i’ve been to all of this team’s games in the last year 

society: wow !! you are so dedicated

vs

nerd fan: i drove two hours to get my favourite book signed by the author

society: do you work? who has the time for that??


sports fan: the player i idolise tweeted he had oatmeal for breakfast this morning, i think i will too

society: it’s so good to see you have a positive role model!

vs

nerd fan: i like to keep track of my favourite actors’ social medias, their lifestyle fascinates me

society: !! stalker alert !!


sports fan: this sport is gender inclusive, look at this tiny newspaper article about the womens’ sports team

society: wow this is exactly the kind of thing that makes us a superior species

vs

nerd fan: umm quiditch has teams filled with both girls and boys, and they play on the same pitch. this applies in the real world because quidditch is technically a sport

society: lol it’s not a real sport it’s just a bunch of geeky freaks dressing up and running around on brooms how about you join the real world


sports fan: i watched a documentary on my favourite sport!

society: sports is so educational !! 

vs

nerd fan: i read a lengthy article about my idol author/artist, they’re life story is so complex and interesting

society: how about you channel that energy into doing something more worthwhile


the issue that a lot of the nerd fanbase community has with sports lies in the general attitude toward sports compared to the attitude towards “geeky” interests. we don’t have a problem with sports, we do however have a problem with society not treating our interests the same as an athlete/sports fan’s interests.

rental store encounters; drarry

rental store encounters; for the scaredpotternet secret santa exchange!
for: @actuallydrarry! happy holidays! i hope you like it <3

pairing: draco malfoy/harry potter
rating: general audiences 
words: 1815
notes: this is my first ever hp fic?? what even??? excuse the shitty title lmfao if i ever come up w a better one i’ll change it asap


“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Harry turned to find himself in front of the scowling face of Draco Malfoy, who for some reason, looked well beyond pissed off, though Harry could only guess why. He was pretty sure that the last time they saw each other was at the Ministry, and even then that interaction had consisted of only a curt nod and a strained smile on Harry’s part, so Harry couldn’t help but wonder what on earth he had done this time to receive such an expression.

“Draco.” He tried to keep the slight annoyance from seeping through. Part of him had hoped that with Scorpius and Albus becoming friends, they would in turn maintain a more amicable relationship, but what Draco seemed to give him instead was some sort of exasperated tolerance. Harry would never admit it out loud, but it aggravated him to no end.

“Potter. Do you have any idea what you’ve got in your hand?”

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Imagine #128 Jealouse of your ex

I was on my way to go meet Neymar, my boyfriend, at his place. I found the only free time, before he would leave for the game later in the afternoon. I had my exams so I did not have much time for him; also, he was always busy playing football.

When I finally came Davi was just about to leave, Carol came to pick him up, since he was at Neymar’s house the last two days.

“Oh hey (y/n)” Carol said as she was standing at the front door waiting for Davi to get his jacket.

“Hey Carol, how are you?” I smiled and hugged her; she was always nice with me, never jealous or disrespectful.

“I’m great, you? Are you going to the game tonight?”

“No, I wish I could. I have an exam in two days.”

“She barley finds time for me.” Suddenly Neymar walked with Davi in his hands, and then let him down.

“(y/n)!” Davi shout and hugged me.

“Oh, like you are not always playing football,” Carol helped me and Neymar rolled his eyes joking.

Then the two of them left and Neymar and I walked inside.

“How is my nerd?” Neymar joked as he took a glass of juice for me and we went in his room.

“I’m so tired, you can’t even imagine how.” I said and jumped on his bad.

“My poor little bear.” He sit next to me and started massaging me.

“Not to make you angry or anything… Is he still texting you?” Neymar suddenly asked.

Neymar and I were together for just three months, and before him, I was dating Danilo. Everything would be just fine, if he was not also a football player and still trying to get me back.

He did not text me at all until he found out two weeks ago that Neymar is dating me. We were good at hiding it until I went to the Ballon D’or with him, because he wanted that night to be special.

Danilo and I were dating for a pretty long time, about ten months, but I broke up with him. He was a player, he knew he was “famous” and he took advantage of that with girls mostly. One night I found out, he was texting with another girl and that was the end of our relationship.

And now he is trying to get me back, but I think that the only reason is the fact that I am with Neymar, who he can’t stand.

“Yeah, but I decided to ignore it.” I said hoping he would stay calm.

“What is he texting you?”

“Nothing, just trying to apology and reminding me of how it used to be.”

“You know I am playing with him tonight…”

“Damn it! I forgot it’s his team!” I suddenly looked straight in to Neymar’s eyes.

“Listen, he is a 100% going to provoke you. You will have to stay calm okay.” I was worried about it, I knew how fast he can lose his mind and get angry.

“I can’t promise you that.”

“Ney!”

“I am not going to let him talk shit,” he said so calm, which freaked me out even more.

“Babe, just please try not to get kicked out of the court.”

He kissed me and then turned on his TV and decided to play FIFA while I was taking a nice nap next to him, with his arm around me.

After that, we ordered Chinese food and watched a movie, but we didn’t finished it, because Neymar had to get ready and leave.

“Remember what I said; do not let him get in to your head!” I hugged him and did not want to let him go.

“You sure you do not want to come?”

“Sorry babe, I will study now and then I’ll watched the game. You can come over later if you want.” I kissed him and still didn’t let go off him.

“I’ll give you a call okay? Study hard.” He kissed me again then I had to let him go and we both got in to our cars.

“Good luck gordo!” I said out of the window.

“I’ll do my best!” he winked, blowed me a kiss, and then drove out.

When I was home, I took those two hours before the game seriously and studied hard. I wanted to do my best so I would be able to spend some more time with Neymar after the match.

When the game started, I felt so weird looking at Danilo next to Neymar.  I was hoping Neymar would not fall for his stupid jokes and comments.

It was not just once that the cameraman showed us how the two arguing.

“Damn it Danilo, leave him the fuck alone!” I shout by myself seeing how he was saying something to Neymar.

“These two keep getting on each other nerve, aren’t they?”

“It might be. We all know Neymar stole Danilo’s ex-girlfriend.”

The commentators joked, but I did not find it amusing as much as they did.

It was all good and fine, until suddenly the two of them got in to each other’s face.

*********

“You know she is cheating on you”

“You wish!”

“She keeps texting me, she is just using you”

“Now I see why she left you, because you keep talking shit”

“You know what… she is not even worth it.”

“Of course not, she is worth much more.”

****

Thank God the two did not get in to a fight and the game ended with a win. Neymar immediately texted me if he could come over. After what I saw that was a great idea, not only I wanted to know what did that idiot say to him, but I wanted to make sure he is calm.

“My winner” I smiled and jumped in to Neymar’s arms as soon as he walked inside.

“I could have done better”

“You were the best for me” I smiled and kissed him, still hanging on him. He walked me in to my room, since I lived with another girl in an apartment.

“So? I saw you and Danilo were getting along pretty well” I joked.

“He is such a dick, I can’t even.” Neymar said and layed on the bed.

“What did he say?”

“Just bullshit, how you are cheating on me and keep texting him.”

“Yeah right, you know it’s not true right? You say all our conversations…”

“Babe, I know.” He smiled as he saw I was getting frustrated.

“But however, you know what. He helped me realize something.”

“And what is that?”

“That… I love you,” Neymar suddenly said, he never said that before.

Before saying anything, I could not help myself but smile, then jumped on him, and kissed him as if it was the first time.

“I love you too Neymar Jr.”

The Pros and Cons of Going to College

[Ok. I know. I’ve written about this (but not in the past two years). BUT Someone just asked me this AND things keep changing all the time. So my answer.]

Getting a degree wasted five years of my life. I got an undergraduate degree in Computer Science in three years.

Then I went to graduate school for Computer Science but was thrown out after two years after failing four courses in a row. I wrote three or four novels during that time. Which had nothing to do with my courses.

I wrote a novel about a porn novelist who falls in love with a prostitute. I wrote a novel about a man who invents his own currency. I wrote a lot about my childhood. I wrote a religious history novel. Nothing got published.

I put in my 10,000 hours of programming. I knew how to build an operating system. I could take apart and put together a computer.

If I lived in the 1800s I probably could invent computers. I thought I was good.

When I got my first job in “the real world” I was a programmer. My second day on the job I crashed the entire network and lost everyone’s email.

My boss came into my cubicle (very embarrassing since everyone in the cubicles around could hear and would later gossip) and said, “We really want you to work out but it’s not so we are going to send you to remedial school on computers.”

I drove two hours every day to go to a remedial class in computer programming. I learned how to program then and eventually started three or four software companies and invested in dozens of others.

The above is not saying “colleges are bad”. There are many aspects. The above just says: here is what I learned, here is what good it did me.

Did it even get me that first job? No. I failed the interview miserably. I knew the answers to none of the questions.

Another coincidence got me the job. I wrote about it before. Suffice to say, two weeks later I was offered the job and with a signing bonus. Thanks Rob!

Later that day, my then-boss started yelling at me about something insignificant. He didn’t know that I had just been offered a job.

I held up my hand and said, “that’s fine. I don’t like to be yelled at, though, so I quit. Goodbye.”

He couldn’t believe it. He apologized. He wrote me an email and apologized. I wrote back, “don’t treat people how you don’t want to be treated.” And I still quit.

Six years later when I was running a venture capital firm he even pitched me a deal. I said, “Let me call you back on that.” And I never spoke to him again.

So this is my story of college to establish some credentials. I’ve written a lot about college. I had the #1 book on Amazon about “College Education” for about a year.

But let me tell you the latest pros and cons.

You don’t have to believe me. It’s very complicated. All I ask is that you see that the world is changing very fast.

And again, this is a trillion dollar industry that has other incentives than your education.

This is the honest truth:

PROS:

1) YOU HAVE SEX A LOT

There are no parents around. For me, I had a girlfriend for the first time. There’s nothing to prevent you from doing anything you want. So you do it. A lot.

2) YOU DRINK

I had never had alcohol or drugs before college.

By the end of my three years in college (I graduated a year earlier thanks to summer classes because I wanted to save money) I had gotten trashed many times and had tried marijuana and LSD.

3) YOUR FRIENDS ARE JUST LIKE YOU FOR THE LAST TIME EVER

When I was 19, my friends were 19. When I was 20, my friends were 20.

Now I’m 47. My friends range in age from 24 to 84, all different nationalities and sexual preferences, etc. This is real life. College is just extended high school.

I can’t think of any other “pros”.

What about an education?

I’ve been reading a few books a week since I was 23. It wasn’t until I left college that I learned to appreciate reading.

But other people do learn in college. I can’t argue with that. It’s person by person.

When you are force-fed books to read and facts to remember it’s very hard to enjoy them.

Imagine being locked in a cage and force-fed chocolate all day. You’d soon get sick of it.

NEGATIVES

1) COST and DEBT

This is usually cited as the biggest negative. It isn’t the biggest negative but I will put it here anyway.

The average college-educated person age 18-35 made $36,000 a year in 1990. Now that same average person makes $33,000. This is taken right out of tax data.

And yet, student loans have gone up from almost nothing to $1.4 trillion.

If you are 25, have a great idea that can change the world, and want to start a company, how will you do it if now you have to be chained to a cubicle to pay back your debt?

You can’t even declare bankruptcy to get rid of your debt. With one hand, the government feeds you to the slaughterhouse (college) and with the other, they seize all of your assets.

It’s a great business to be in if you can get it.

2) CHEAP ALTERNATIVES

The other day I spoke to Scott Young. For $2000, and in ten months time, he got an MIT Computer Science degree.

How did he do it? They put their entire course load online. Maybe this will stop at some point.

They do it because they know people still think it’s worth it to spend $200,000 to do the exact same thing Scott did but still get that piece of paper that says “BS”.

When employers were asked, “would you hire Scott even though he doesn’t have the actual degree?” (he took all the courses and tests but of course could not get a piece of paper that said he did it) many of them said, “yes. He has initiative.”

Many schools put their curriculum online. Then there are online-only schools like code academy, lynda, coursera, udemy, creativelive, fedora, etc etc. where you can take GREAT courses.

3) OPPORTUNITY COST

I loved computers. But what if, instead of spending five years learning the academic version of computers (and then still having to take remedial classes), I had just simply started working with computers?

Maybe even starting a business? Who knows?

Many other well-known software companies started by 19 or 20 year olds started that way. What if I had done it?

Instead I had to wait 5 years before even considering it because i was using the most valuable time in my life to take classes that taught me nothing.

I’m not bitter (see the Pros) but I often wonder what would have been different.

What if you are not a scientist? Doesn’t matter. My daughter wants to study acting. Why can’t she just spend that time going to auditions and getting real roles.

I spoke to Mark Messick recently. He’s 16 years old, dropped out of school at 11, and now makes $4000 a month writing books. Living the dream.

He still goes to extracurricular activities at his school to maintain his friendships, but other than that he is light years ahead of his classmates in education and opportunity.

4) BUT WHAT ABOUT THE LIBERAL ARTS?

There was a study done: quiz students 1 minute after they get out of class and then 50 minutes after they get out of a class.

After 50 minutes they had almost zero retention of what they learned in the class.

The only way to learn something is to have a passionate interest in it, then learn it, then repeat it, then try to teach it to someone else.

This is not something taught in school. Kids are taught facts and not questions. And yet questioning the world is how all knowledge is learned.

After college, 80% of people never pick up a book again. If you just read 5 pages a day (10-20 minutes of time. The time it takes to read People Magazine) of something you are interested in, you’ll read 1800 pages more per year than everyone else.

Advantages are not created in a classroom, they are created in 1% a day of personal improvement.

5) BOGUS INCOME STUDIES

Many universities, to tout their benefits, have done the exact same study: People who got a degree, 20 years later, have made up to $500,000, give or take, more in their career then people who didn’t have a degree.

This is a spurious study. It has no control group. It’s based on a demographic from the 1970s and 1980s when people from middle class families went to colleges and people from lower-class families, often didn’t.

This could be the entire reasons for the income difference but the studies don’t mention that.

Here’s a study: take everyone who got accepted to Harvard. Tell half of them you can’t go to college ever. Instead, get your four year head start on making money.

Then see who has more money 20 years later.

6) ITS NOT A SAFETY NET

I ask my kids: why do you think it’s good to go to college. Despite my insistence (maybe because of it) they still think it’s a good idea to go to college.

My kids are actually rebelling against me by getting a traditional education.

They both say the same thing, “it’s a safety net so you can get a job”.

“Who tells you this?” They have no answer. It’s just in the air.

Forget the income numbers I cite above. There are changes happening.

Just this past week, Ernst & Young, the accounting firm, said they will no longer care if an applicant has a college degree.

Google has said they will stop looking at it.

More and more people will stop looking at whether or not you have a college degree.

And the safety net has disappeared. i see it in my own companies. Middle management across the United States is getting demoted.

WHAT SHOULD I DO INSTEAD?

  • Study many things. Study things you enjoy. If you don’t enjoy anything, work on a charity or travel the world (yes, this costs money but it’s cheaper than college).
  • Work at a job. If you want to be a doctor, work at a hospital and see if you really enjoy it.
  • Read every day. Five pages a day.
  • Learn these skills that are critical in every aspect of life but are never taught in college:

a. Sales
b. Negotiating
c. Well-being / Positive psychology
d. Failure
e. Communication

I was at a dinner once. Someone who was working for Mayor Bloomberg asked me, “Would you let someone who didn’t go to college give you brain surgery?”

I said, “It’s not about me. Would you let your son who has no interest in being a doctor, go to four years of school and another years of medical school just so he can operate on my brain even though he hates every minute of it and gets a million dollars into debt?”

The average person has 14 different careers in their life. But now because of the costs and the debt, they are chained to that first career forever.

Make the choices that allow you to cast away the chains as quickly as possible.

Go to the COLLEGE OF YOU. It has one course: every day wake up and ask, how can I improve 1% over where I was yesterday in any area of my life?

You have a mission here. Fly out of the nest and accomplish it.



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