BTW I haven’t even mentioned Bucky because he pushes all my buttons (not a ton of screen time? Ambiguous but heavily-hinted-at tragic backstory? Potential for redemption? I COULD GO ON) so I’m just gonna pretend I’m not even into him until I can’t deny it anymore.
bury me with this photoset
Today marks Day 1 of Operation Get My Shit Together.
Step 1: SO MANY LISTS.
Oh my god
so other than having already been thoroughly spoiled by tumblr, what did you think?
Was not disappointed. Sam Wilson is everything I dreamed he would be. Natasha’s mix of sarcasm and pragmatism and a dash of bitterness was a great compliment to Steve. Oh yeah, and spicy Steve is the best. “Captain.” “Neighbor.”
So are we going to talk about how Steve had his shield chillin’ against the wall by his kitchen?
Guess who finally got to see The Winter Soldier
Just wanted to get this out there - this is what’s going on in my neck of the woods. Beyond the usual ridiculousness over how teachers get paid (I’m all for accountability and merit-based raises, but how about we figure out some metrics that aren’t total bullshit?), this is what’s got the students all riled up about their history curriculum (emphasis mine):
Review criteria shall include the following: instructional materials should present the most current factual information accurately and objectively. Theories should be distinguished from fact. Materials should promote citizenship, patriotism, essentials and benefits of the free enterprise system, respect for authority and respect for individual rights. Materials should not encourage or condone civil disorder, social strife or disregard of the law. Instructional materials should present positive aspects of the United States and its heritage. Content pertaining to political and social movements in history should present balanced and factual treatment of the positions.
Seriously, school board.
On the other hand, these students are now getting some firsthand experience with civil disorder and social strife. If they’re still at it tomorrow I’ll have to drop off some water and supplies.
I am so tired I just forgot my own phone number in the middle of leaving my therapist a voice mail.
Evidently, it takes three weeks of stress, minimal sleep and living out of a suitcase at my mom’s before I’m within spitting distance of my breaking point. Not bad.
I’m going to a belly dance retreat this weekend. Let’s hope I don’t have a complete meltdown in front of everyone.
Quick and unpleasant life update:
Time to post some inspirational quotes with zero context on how this is relevant to my life right now.
huh, that’s a distinction i hadn’t considered before. but hey, same thing stands—do enough calls and you get used to it. and hey, i bet the people you’re calling handle so many calls that they won’t even remember you, much less care about your goofs
This is also part of my pre-call pep talk. And I’m definitely making progress - ten years ago it took me a couple of days to amp myself up enough to finally call! (When I was in high school, if my dad asked if I wanted pizza or whatever for dinner and I said yes, he’d make me call. I have finally forgiven him for this.)
my first job (and most following jobs, actually) involved answering phones a LOT. not quite the same as calling, but if you have 60 phone conversations a day you do get used to it. so, people like that can call without having to worry first. ^^So the weird thing is that I have absolutely no problem answering phones. My brain has decided that whoever answers the phone automatically has control of the situation. When I call someplace new, though, I still go on this panic spiral where I’m all what if it’s the wrong number or I say something stupid or I mispronounce a name? Then this person I’ve never met will think I’m an IDIOT!