“The definition of success—To laugh much; to win respect of intelligent persons and the affections of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give one’s self; to leave the world a little better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition.; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived—this is to have succeeded.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Two finals away from summer. Don’t stress, just try your best.  

jenniferjchung:

Calvin Harris

I’m going to hire someone to do this with my kids. 

jenniferjchung:

*on a friend’s facebook status. too good. sigh

people say they’ve “changed” but still act the same. 

I know that I shouldn’t complain about having too much hair, but I do. The worst part is when you’re trying to tie your hair and your hair tie snaps or breaks. Especially in public, when people see it happen, and I know they’re trying hard not to laugh out loud. And they’re just waiting to see what you’re gonna do next…how you’re going to respond to the situation. Plus it hurts when they break. It’s like when you have a rubber band on your wrist and someone snaps it. Ow. The sad part is I have to re-tie the darn thing, which just makes it even smaller and harder to tie my hair with. Plus, it just looks sad. Like I can’t afford to buy more hair ties. The end. 

By the way, I realize that many of my tumblr posts have poor sentence structure and poor use of grammar. That’s because I don’t edit it. I guess you can call it “raw” blogging. LOL. I felt that I had to justify myself because I’m a writing tutor. Yea. Told you this was random nonsense. 

Sore throat. 

Body ache.

Headache.

Stuffy nose in one nostril.

Runny nose in the other.

No biggie, just me living up to my high school nickname, “The Walking Disease.”

You would think that constant hand sanitization (tumblr is telling me that’s not a word, but I disagree) would do the trick, but no. My immune system seems to be that of a 6-year-old. 

The worst part about being sick? I’m so hungry but I can’t get out of bed. I usually lose my appetite when I’m sick, but not today. It’s times like these you need a loving husband to cater to you. Wah.