Do you know the story of the frog and the scorpion?” Mystery asked.
“No, but I love analogies.” I jumped into the pool and treaded water as Mystery leaned over the edge of the hot tub and recited the story.
“One day, a scorpion stood on the side of a stream and asked a frog to carry it to the other side. ‘How do I know you won’t sting me?’ the frog asked. ‘Because if I sting you, I’ll drown,’ the scorpion said.
“The frog thought about it and realized that the scorpion was right. So he put the scorpion on his back and started ferrying him. But midway across the stream, the scorpion plunged its stinger into the frog’s back. As they both began to drown, the frog gasped,’Why?’”
“The scorpion replied, ‘Because it is my nature.’
— The Game

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delacroix:

Perfect post is perfect.

*applause*

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EURGH

I AM SO GODDAMN HAPPY IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL

Brains were just things that spilled out when the mammoth attacked. — My philosophy professor

Things I’m happy about

For the first time, I didn’t feel completely underwater in that math discussion. Who knows, maybe I even didn’t fail that midterm last week!
Health issues clearing up
Had a GREAT picnic day/420 weekend
Skyping best friend in an hour
Dinner with a cute friend later
Singing. I fucking love singing.
Found some earbuds on the ground the other day. Now I have earbuds. Fuck yeah.
The weather is gorgeous. And hot! But after a sweltering transitional weekend in the dorms, the AC is on and everything is wonderful now.
I’m still walking all around campus since the bike theft, but with the weather so nice and finally having clean laundry and running into people during my perpetual shortcuts through the co-ops, I almost don’t even mind!
And it’s Harry Potter night tonight.

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Anonymous asked: NO. Mutton Chops ARE the answer. Don't listen to the naysayers.

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Anonymous asked: please no mutton chops. pleasepleaseplease.

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Anonymous asked: Shave

Elasticity of demand for tuneless singing following adjustments to equilibrium price of benefits for the homeless.

There’s a guy sitting on the floor at the back of my Econ lecture singing wordlessly to himself and having a coughing attack about once every minute. He’s still somehow more sonorous than my shrewy professor.