Craft trial. Hopefully, I don’t glue my fingers together.

Name of the game: lesson planning.

buzzfeed:

The difference between being 21 and 26 in two GIFs.

Yes.

Put my hair up in a bun and a white hair stuck out.

entertainmentweekly:

Downton Abbey cast, you’re our favourites.

AAAHHHHH!!!!

(via npr)

buzzfeed:

We’ve got a list of 38 great DIY food gifts that anyone would be psyched to get this year.

more gift ideas!

guardian:

Are homemade Christmas presents always better?

Christmas gifts you’ve made yourself might show the most love, but are they really tastier and cheaper than shop-bought versions? We compared three festive treats to find out

Photograph: Rejina Sabur

Perhaps I’m just looking for validation for my Christmas “gifts” to my friends and family this year. (again)

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explore-blog:

“A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper.”

E. B. White, echoing Tchaikovsky and adding to our running archive of famous advice on writing.

(via npr)

buzzfeed:

34 Insanely Simple Two-Ingredient Recipes

I think I just planned this week’s meals.

Number of days I’ve been partially employed: 62 days
Number of hours I work, on average: 3.5 x 3 =  10.5 hours
How much I got paid last week: $336.36 (tax deducted)
So, therefore 336.36 - $40 (gas) - $15 (lunch, per week) - $100 (credit card, it’s the beginning of the month) - $185 (student loan) =  -$3.64

Okay, I have a confession to make.  I have a part-time job.  I know, I know.  It totally defeats the purpose of this blog, because technically (TECHNICALLY), I’m employed.  Taxed paychecks and everything.

But the way I see it, being employed means working a full-time job with benefits—> insurance, paid leaves and holidays, 401K, savings bond, company car, and all that good stuff, except the car and savings bonds, which I don’t think any employed person really gets.  What I have is a part-time job where I work three days a week.

Don’t get me wrong.  I work for an awesome organization called Girl Scouts of Hawaii.  I’m a teacher for one of their after-school programs at a low-income neighborhood.  To sum up, I get paid for playing with kids.  At least, that’s the somewhat unfair summary someone came up with.  But yes, that’s basically what I do. 

Is it the ideal job I had in mind? No.  Was it the job I thought I would be getting after I graduated?  No, but it’s slightly close.  But I guess it doesn’t matter right now.  I appreciate it even though it isn’t what I expected.  It could be worse.  I could be shoveling dead bodies for a living (no offense to anyone who actually do do this).  But it also doesn’t mean I’m settling either.  I’m still hoping and searching for that dream job, or a full-time one.  It’s just…how do we expect to be optimistic when we can’t be happy about what we have right now?  I know it’s depressing to be unemployed.  To feel a little worthless sometimes, but being slightly optimistic is the one thing keeping me from going insane.  That and Netflix.