January 2010
65 posts
1 tag
NASA funding cut: Retreat from human space... →
Oh, go fuck yourself Obama administration.
And to think I really didn’t have a problem with you until this.
I really hope it’s only rumors.
exceptionally-mediocre-deactiva asked: Two men walk into a bar, the third one ducks
Pseudo-Interview time.
http://rbelisle.tumblr.com/ask
make me feel important.
extra points: for making me laugh and/or think.
lessons learned from northern michigan.
if you suck horribly at something, you can, and will, get better at it. (ex. snowboarding, skiing, and SPOLIER ALERT: life in general!)
even if the girls don’t show up, things can go to plan always have a plan B.
meeting new people is the best thing you can do.
just go for it, you’ve got a thousand more chances to act like a total bitch.
all in all, I had an awesome time and...
gone for the whole weekend, snowboarding...
it should be a, how they say in the biz, fucking blast.
Art and Science collaboration to help visualize... →
I really don’t think you can go wrong combining two things so awe inspiring.
The Entropy Force: a new direction for gravity.... →
blah.
play practice will hopefully help me stop thinking obsessing over stupid people and get into a better mood.
people frustrate me.
'ello, world.
I hope your morning’s going as well as mine.
And by as well as mine, I mean completely normal.
Fuck waking up this early.
amindofherown-deactivated201012 asked: Just wanted to let you know your question made my day. In return how are YOU doing?! : )
I hate eating cereal with marshmallows/fruit in...
it’s so delicious, but i feel like i have to ration out the assorted goodness so that i’m not left with plain cereal in the end.
curse the sick people who created this ectasy.
no more tumblarity!
tumblr is back to being a blog now, rather than the e-penis competition that it turned into. :D
i'm in an insanely ranty mood right now.
i love playing “sweet caroline” on guitar while being super pissed.. haha, it’s like agressively happy sounding.
because, you know...
Your stupid little fucking problems are more important than the fact that your son is the lead role in a theatre production..
no big deal, he didn’t want any recognition anyways.
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
a lesson
lizzierose:
I love when whatever chemicals in my brain responsible for making me feel aboslutely and simply happy are released. I don’t know what triggers it. But I think I notice it because I spend a great deal of time worrying about the future, the present, the past, and whatever else is running nonstop through my head. There are songs that make me cry. My friend thinks it’s hilarious. But I...
still waiting on that fast forward button to come...
i just want to be graduating.
now.
questions, thoughts, maybe even a funny joke? do... →
fixed his fucking laptop... finally.