random-anecdote

the history of hip-hop class i took freshman year was predominately white men. i remember one time we had to do a presentation on some type of social issue that was covered in hip hop music and this group of four guys did “Feminism in Hip-hop.”

So they started the presentation with"In hip-hop, the female race is underrepresented…“

OKAY MY ART TEACHER WAS GIVING ASSEMBLY TODAY AND SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT HOW WHEN SHE WAS IN ART SCHOOL SHE WANTED TO START A DRAMA SOCIETY AND SHE WENT TO THE STUDENT COUNCIL AND ASKED FOR SOME MONEY AND THEY WERE ALL “WE DON’T TRUST YOU ART STUDENTS WITH MONEY” AND SHE ASKED WHY AND THEY SAID THAT THE YEAR BEFORE SOME STUDENT HAD GOT A LOAD OF MONEY AND THEN BLOWN IT ALL AND NEVER PAID IT BACK AND GUESS WHAT THAT RANDOM STUDENT WAS FRICKING PETER CAPALDI MY ART TEACHER KNEW DOCTOR WHO AND HE WAS AN ARSEHOLE I AM DONE

anonymous asked:

one time in highschool a sorta friend called in a bomb threat at our school to get out a math test. school was cancelled for that day and the test was postponed to the next day but for the following week he kept pulling the fire alarm every day before class started and the test was moved back for a week and he ended up breaking his leg and had to stay in the hospital for a while and I don't think he ever took that test.

Omg hahahahahahaha at least he got away with it i guess?

im gonna tell you an anecdote: last year someone thought creating a handmade bomb was so funny so they put it in a bathroom but someone got them or something happened but they got caught and they locked themselves with the bomb in a toilet booth refusing to go out - so i knew about this because the janitor in my uni knocked on my class, told whispered something to my professor and left, said professor just sat calmly in his chair and was like “well, there’s a bomb threat in the building but they’ve already called the police so let’s keep on with the lesson” and i think i hadn’t been more scared in my life 

Queen Sized Bed

A few months ago, Mom bought me a twin sized bed for my new apartment. My old bedroom, albeit smaller than my apartments’,  had a queen sized bed. It never came across as weird, but now that reality has presented two situations worth comparing, I had to ask my mom.

Me: Mom, why did you buy me a Queen sized bed? My room at home is so small… I mean, it probably didn’t make sense to buy me such a big bed, right? A smaller bed could have saved so much more space. (My brother and sister also have queen sized beds. And they share a room. Yeah, it’s pretty cramped in there).

Mom: laughs sheepishly. You’re right… but when you guys were young, I was afraid ya’ll would roll out of the twin sized bed and hit the ground. So instead, I bought queen sized beds.

And this is made me realized how such a simple explanation revealed mom’s complex and borderline - obsessive behavior to protect us. My mom has always been a step (or two) ahead in making sure me, my sister and brother will stay out of harm. From little things like making sure I get my eight cups of water a day, to sacrificing her time to give us rides to places so we didn’t have to take the bus … she has always been there to make sure we could have it easier. 

After hearing her response, it pained me a little. When will she learn to let us go, so we could face the harsher realities of the world? I guess it’s not for me to say, but for her to decide. It’s a mother’s intuition that I have yet to comprehend. 

Nevertheless, I love you, mom. As I grow older, I feel like I understand you more. Perhaps we are both understanding each other more. I hope so. 

A moment that could have been a creep move.

At work today, I saw someone who was rather handsome. He was looking for a change of pace. Someone referred him to me. I have to ask questions to gauge his interest in the field. I asked how old he was. He said 18. Bruuuuuuuuuh. I immediately shut all of that shit down. He. Looks. So. Much. Older. But a young thug is not out here living that cougar life. Give me about 8 years, though. Then I’m gonna be like 👀

nekoise asked:

Did you ever watch Buzz Lightyear of Star Command growing up? For some reason I feel like you'd like it.

I only got to see bits and pieces ((my family couldn’t afford cable at the time it was frequently airing - i was able to see the pilot ‘movie’ since it came out on VHS, and a few episode snippets if they were playing in a dentist office or something)) but what I saw, I did like! I distinctly remember really liking the girl, whose name I forget, and Booster!

Funny story is that I didn’t know what the word ‘Custodian’ meant, so when Buzz referred to Booster as one, I assumed it was the name of his race/planet, so when I went to elementary school and the janitor introduced himself as a custodian, my eyes got really big and I asked him if he was from outer space. He got a kick out of that.

There’s this girl who goes to my old school who used to read books wherever she went. Like, she would read Harry Potter on the way to class and be able to dodge everyone without even looking up and she would read whilst walking home too.
Nearly two years later I see her walking home again, but on her phone instead. She just walked into a lamppost.
Technology rots your brains kids.

If you guys ever saw me when one of my favorite songs started playing

You would swear it was some freak even that never took place. “Something Just Ain’t Right” (Keith Sweat) started playing on my iPod and I lost my shit. My eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning– Actually a little brighter. Because I love that song. That song is as old as I am, but I completely acted like it was my first time hearing it, lol. One day I’m just going to record myself listening to music and let folks see what happens. (Funfact: A micro version of this is me on SnapChat.) I’m just gonna have to edit out all of the #Prince songs, which is going to be a lot, lol.

Peace, Hip Hop & Purple Rain

I dislike children...

Once when I was a child, I was playing over at a ‘friend’’s house.

We were playing solider, and we were in the middle of some sort of world war.

I suddenly need to use the restroom. So I call time out. My friend yells “NO TIME OUTS IN WAR! THIS ISN’T A GAME. THIS IS REAL.”

So, I’m like “wtf? Fine whatever.” and I just hold it.

Later my friend got hungry and said “WAIT, time out, I need a snack.” and leaves the battle ground….for crackers.

I wouldn’t be surprised if my friend is now a serial killer.

This one time, I was getting my hair cut and all of a sudden “I Will Follow You Into the Dark” came on over the speakers. I got so excited and started telling the hair stylists about George Blagden’s version while they were all probably like “oh my goodness this teenage girl is crazy, fangirling all over the cuteness of this sad song.”