Regional Dialect Meme!

• Your name and username.
• Where you’re from.
• Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.
• What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
• What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
• What do you call gym shoes?
• What do you call your grandparents?
• What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
• What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
• Choose a book and read a passage from it.
• Do you think you have an accent?
• Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?
• End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.

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i’m looking to write a case study of sorts for my school’s newspaper

i’m going to talk to multiple professors to see what, in God’s name, is the benefit of group projects.

the work among members is hardly ever equitable, it’s an antiquated idea that it prepares you for working in teams in the real world when so many businesses are small businesses and people work from home, and most times it seems like an easy way for the teachers to give an assignment that gives them less work to grade or allows them to take a day off from instruction.

i hope i can get good participation.

The voice actor for Phoebe from Hey Arnold.

i’m so tired of the repetition and monotony that comes with partying in college at this point.

i love women, i love women’s backsides. but the whole game of getting dances at crowded-ass house parties week after week is getting boring. you sit and hope to get a dance off a decently slow or hype song, then you wait for “back that ass up” “say it” “bump n grind” or “insert slow/freaky song here” and then every dude in the party tries to find an ass to gravitate to. 

it’s getting to the point where it’s not fun anymore. maybe because i’m not a dude that is gonna disrespect a female just to get about 3 minutes worth of satisfaction that’s as fleeting as it is satisfying. 

now that i’m 21, i’d rather just find a bar, get some drinks, enjoy some music, and let the dancing stuff happen naturally and fluidly. 

after nearly 4 years in college i guess i’m just fed up. i feel like sadat x. 

everyone’s ahead of me with their post-grad plans.

i just don’t know what i really want to do.

i’d like to just go back to new york, have a job, get experience, be happy and all that good shit. but money is such a prevalent and ever-deadly opposition to that plan.

if i work back home in miami i don’t have to worry about lodging, but opportunities are much smaller at home in the realm of what i want to do. 

i keep assuring myself that i might be stressing about it, but at some point i think i need to seriously make some leeway in these plans. 

part of me just wants to go to another country, work on my book idea, maybe teach or work with a humanitarian group; but money would seem to be an issue there. 

even beyond travel and lodging costs, there’s transcripts to get, application fees. generally just money i don’t have.

man i need to start selling drugs or just get this rap shit off the ground.

but hov did that, so hopefully i won’t have to go through that. 

i passed 5000 posts 19 posts ago.

when i first started my tumblr almost two years ago that would’ve been something i would’ve made a bigger deal about, but now i really don’t care as much as i did back then.

not because of contempt for those who follow me or anything, but maybe because things that used to appeal to me on this site don’t as much as they used to.

looking at when i started tumblr i would’ve probably littered my 5000th post with a bunch of gifs of random dancing people and all that kind of stuff. not to say i don’t enjoy those kinds of posts (especially given the new picture layout options) but they’re a little less appealing than they were back in 2010. 

at any rate, to adapt a passage from the bible in a sacrilegious way: when i was a young blogger i blogged as a young blogger, thought like a young blogger, liked posts like a young blogger, believed false information like a young blogger. but when i became a seasoned blogger, i put childish memes behind me. 

and remembered when the fallout of the tragedy in norway was concurrent with amy winehouse’s death and how everyone reacted so much to how people were sharing amy’s music and not “social networking” about the stuff in oslo. 

i bring this up, because many of those same people have completely moved on and are probably completely ignorant of what has occurred since then as they’ve focused on other news stories like america’s economy, the riots in london and watch the throne. 

to me it just speaks to the nature of social network activism and how driven it is by what the media tells people to think is important. that’s why i always get annoyed when people try to do that kind of stuff because a week later it’s as relevant to them as an old episode of their favorite tv show.

that’s why i never feel the need to be social network super conscious guy, because as i’m posting super long posts on a tragedy in one part of the world, millions of people are on their way to death in the horn of Africa. 

it really is pretty impossible to be all things to all people or be omni-empathetic. that’s why i choose to be aware of the issues, but recognize that my power is limited no matter how words i type or tweets i retweet. 

i like being able to just enjoy life. the past few days i’ve been trying to just let life happen as it may, trying to laugh more, see my obligations as tasks and not as additional stress. see minuscule things as just that, and even see large problems as ones that just have to be broken down. a conversation i had with someone recently [who may or may not read this] showed me that no matter how horrible life gets [and how cliche this post may seem but it’s not entirely] it can be horrible. however, your reaction does not have to be horrible. newton’s law of motion states that for every action there is an equal AND OPPOSITE reaction. you wonder why life is so shitty? because whenever something shitty happens we react in a similar fashion. sometimes life dictates reaction, but there’s nothing wrong with a little ambivalence in the face of all the world throws at us.