WHEN THINGS DON’T BLOW UP IN YOUR FACE

It is a glorious day indeed.

WHO GOT AN 80% ON THE STATS TEST SHE WAS HOPING SHE DIDN’T FAIL TOO EPICALLY AND NOW CAN STILL GET AN A IN THE CLASS?

that’s right, it’s THIS lady.

I can’t contain my happiness.

Just found “The Dynamics of Vector-transmitted Diseases in Human Communities,” which contains an equation for modeling vector-transmitted diseases in humans, WHICH IS SOMETHING I WAS GOING TO FACE THE DAUNTING TASK OF TRYING TO MAKE MYSELF BUT NOW THAT I FOUND THIS MY LIFE IS 20 BAJILLION TIMES EASIER.

because citing someone else’s work is significantly easier than trying to reproduce their work yourself with barely a year’s worth of college under your belt and essentially no knowledge of epidemiological methods.

also pictured: the doctor who poster brian gave me.

March 10 2012
WILFRED
brian
doctor who
quality life
quality post.
face it!
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frontierpsychiatrist:

Emily Mohr and Wilfred Mott: BFFs.

You know you’re awesome when you have two sets of antlers on at the same time.

remember the really cool mug i posted about the other day?

IT TOTALLY CAME TODAY AND I’M VERY EXCITED.

also featured: post-period breakout.

Things I am good at:

-not getting dressed

-wearing crowns

-being a boss.

-not studying

This is the face of “I TRIED TO BE PRODUCTIVE THEN THE INTERNET HAPPENED AND GODDAMN I HAVE SHIT TO DO, WHY ARE THE GIRLS IN MY HALL SO LOUD.”

also there are people upstairs stomping around like they are rhinoceroses. If they have rhinos up there, I demand they be shared because who doesn’t love a good pachyderm amirite?

THEY ARE HOGGING MY RHINOCEROS TIME. THIS IS NOT COOL.

This right here is the face of productivity.

Productivity despite having only half a pound of peanuts and a roommate who insists on watching Jurassic Park even though she KNOWS you have a chem exam and a lab practical in two days and can’t afford the distraction of dinosaurs. 

So I finished this.

also featured: the gryffindor scarf my grandma made for me.

You probably don’t know what I’m being for Halloween this year due to its obscurity.

this is what happens when you live in a college dorm with 40 eighteen year old girls.

you get ambushed.

So there’s this thing in my hall called the “Tool Club.”

To join, one needs a tool hat and a tool name.

My tool name is Devon, and my tool hat is actually stolen property from a boy’s dorm room.

YEAH THAT’S RIGHT I FUCKING STOLE A HAT I’M SO BAD-ASS I CAN BARELY HANDLE MYSELF.