at the end of the day I blame ancient greeks

I love the aesthetic

Quarantine motivation???

Whaddup Tumblr,

So this past week I’ve gotten a cold. Now don’t start yelling at me that I have corona, I don’t. Or at least I don’t have the symptoms of it. I just have a mild cold with some snotty boogy nose and a bit of coughing. Honestly, this is one of the easiest colds I’ve ever had.

I remember when I was still living in London I had a MASSIVE cold. It was so bad, I coulnd’t breathe through my nose at all. My roommates were going crazy because I would snore so much. So I tried to stay up as late as possible and make sure everyone was already asleep before I went to bed myself. Obviously didn’t work that well to cure my cold because I wouldn’t get enough rest. 

Now the thing is, I wasn’t allowed to come into work this week because I have a cold. You know it’s the regulation at this moment, it’s fine. At first I thought, you know it’ll be great I’ll get so much done and I’ll have so many things to do I’ll fill up my time.

Bitch, lemme tell you what happened. NOTHING. NO-THING at all. It’s like all my motivation has gone out the window. I’ve made a few online classes, looked after some materials but it’s all NOTHING. I have so much shit to do for uni, my anxiety is through the roof.

And on top of that, I really want to go back to work on Monday. Even my boyfriend is encouraging me to do it, but I’m unsure. Because I’m still sniffling and coughing. Not as bad as before, hell no, but I just don’t want people to send me away. But I also don’t want to get stuck at home. Gah, I HATE this.

Whaddup world this is my blog

So, I’ve made a tumblr yet again. I don’t need any followers I just need a place where I can chat about whatever I’m feeling/going through and just plop it down somewhere without being judged. 

Anyway I’m currently sat in the teacher’s room, not because I’m a student and I am magically allowed here. No I’m a teacher, the schools are shut, yet I’m at school. Why? Well because our country is on shutdown because of an epidemic named COVID-19. You may have heard of it by now. 

Well I kindoff lied about not being a student. I am one, but just one studying to become a teacher. And some people may wonder, why the hell would you want to stay in school for the rest of your life? Don’t you want to move on? 

Simple answer, no, long answer, kinda? 

When I first started looking at what kind of things I could do and would feel comfortable doing in life for the rest of my life, was going into psychology. And not just any kind of psychology, musical/creative therapy. That was what I wanted to do. I’m a very expressionistic person always interested in how I can make someone’s day a little bit better by presenting them with something small. Even if that something small is just a smile. 

But then I asked myself to be realistic, I needed to be able to make a living. I didn’t want to get a degree and not be able to do anything with it. I didn’t want to get stuck at a daycare of some sorts just because there is nothing for me to do at this point.

So instead I decided that another way to help adolescents was to become a teacher, one of those truly inspiring ones that students would talk about years and years later. I know that’s a dream, but it is part of a dream that I saw being realized by my English teacher a couple of years ago. Gosh she was amazing at what she did. She managed to shut the class up in a matter of seconds, not because she was mean but because she was consistent. And she let us know when we did something she found unacceptable, boy did she let us know! 

So yeah, now that the schools are closed... I kindoff feel like I’m at a aloss for words. I don’t really know what I’m going to have to do, but eventually it’ll be okay. I think.

Mr. Brightside

The Killers: Now they’re going to bed, and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head, but she’s touching his-

Parents: *angry collective glare*

The Killers: …chest

can you imagine how furious i was at the james bond franchise when i found out scorpions & piranhas are non-lethal?

Forbidden Knowledge 

when I become an eccentric billionaire I'm going to buy every house in 10 square blocks of unremarkable suburb. I will have them all furnished and decorated except for (and this is key) one house in the dead center. this house I will put up for sale at a ridiculously reasonable price for the area. once it sells, and the new owner/couple/family moves in, the plan will spring into action.

every single house besides the one in the center within my 10 square blocks will remain uninhabited. I will put all the lights inside on timers so that it appears that people are living in there, I will have lawns mowed when I'm sure everyone in my victim house is at work/school, I will have decorations put up during the holidays and cars moved there and parked in driveways when I'm sure that the owner/couple/family in the house at the center is not there to witness it happening. I will produce all the superficial trappings of life without a single person actually being there.

who knows how long it'll take them to realize that something is wrong? when their kids are playing in the yard, and they notice they've never seen another child around here even once, despite the four-bedroom family homes all down the street? after a few weeks, when they realize the lights in the house across the way click off at exactly 9:45, on the second, every single night? when they've been living there for a month and a half and they realize they've never seen a single car park in front of another house? when they want to greet their neighbors and not a single house in the whole neighborhood opens its door?

when they do realize that they're completely alone here, what would they do with that fact? what would you do if all at once, as you stood in a crowd, you realized that every single person around you was a mannequin? it's unnerving, sure, but enough to warrant a move? how long will they live in this idyllic ghost town before it gets to them? can a person survive in a dollhouse? Thank you. *I wave to the crowd as I walk offstage at my ted talk. one person gives a halfhearted round of applause from the back. a talk about sustainable ecosystem management was scheduled for right now and no one knows how I got up here.*

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To add a new take on the party healer I give you a subclass for healers who actually went to med school. This is the School of Medicine subclass for wizards, allowing for a wizard to take a support role in the party.

Iron Age Celtic Woman Buried In Tree Trunk

When the woman was buried about 2,200 years ago, she was dressed a fine woolen dress and shawl, sheepskin coat, and a necklace made of glass and amber beads. Her relatively high status is further evidenced by the bronze bracelets and bronze belt clasp she wore.

In two years of studying her remains, archaeologists have concluded that she was about 40 when she died and was born and raised in the Limmat Valley that houses Zurich. She had done little if any manual labor. And she had a huge sweet tooth (based on the state of her teeth).

The woman’s remains were found buried about 260 feet (80 meters) from the grave of a Celtic man found in 1903. Even more exciting, the man was buried in the same decade as the lady. They may have known each other when alive!