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thessalian · 2 years ago

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Thess vs Hell-Week

I want to say that I feel like I’ll be lucky if I survive to the end of the week ... but given how much worse the next couple of days are looking? Just ... eeeeeeh.

So, okay. Here is the situation:

Working From Home: I still have not heard a damn fucking thing from IT about getting the right server address so I can work from home. I probably will not hear tomorrow either, for reasons that will become clear in later bullet points. This is stressful in the extreme, and no good for me.

Commute: Still a nightmare, but a different flavour of nightmare. See, I finally worked out a) why the 168 is so fucking unreliable, and b) how long it’s going to keep being reliable. For a), see “Roadworks narrowing a two-way street in the heart of central London to one fucking lane for both directions, requiring both directions to share one lane and backing up traffic from here to next Tuesday”. For b), see “late December minimum". So I, being sensible, decided to try to find a new route. Which I did. It’s just ... longer, and a bit fiddlier, and requires more walking at least at the start unless I want to leave even earlier and catch a third bus for a few stops. I’m ... still debating that.

Commute Redux: Tomorrow, there is a Tube strike. Now, Scruffman’s email today said that the Overground was running normally, but a quick search of Google stated that while the Overground wasn’t on strike, per se, service was very likely to be disrupted due to, as a for-instance, not stopping at Overground stations that happen to share space with a Tube station. That is not normal, Scruffman! This he said as he was more or less trying to guilt people into pushing themselves to stupid limits to come in. Worst part is, it fucking works. Not on his account, mind. See, Milady and Goblin literally cannot get in without the Tube, and we’re understaffed anyway, no matter what Scruffman seems to think. (We were over 200 reports backlogged when I left, and the lab techs were still doing more.) I don’t really give a shit about Scruffman, but I don’t want to leave Temp on her own with no backup, and I definitely don’t want to see how much worse the backlog will get with one more person down tomorrow. But of course, I know damn well that there’s going to be traffic nightmares and overcrowded buses as people use cars and buses to replace their normal Tube journey, so it’s going to be hell. Absolute, unmitigated hell.

Health Status: Already bad. Already so, so bad. Yesterday was having to wait for 20 minutes for a bus - standing, because the bus stop had no seats - while having pain spasms. Today, the spasms started on the commute to work, and persisted all day. I think I freaked people out with the twitching on at least one bus, never mind the being near tears. Plus on top of that, a combination migraine / cluster headache started up early this afternoon, so now it feels like someone’s trying to open my head with an icepick. I am going to try desperately to improve my condition so that I can make it through tomorrow without actively dying, but right now I’m afraid to get up to make dinner because the last time I tried standing up, I ended up spending a full minute clutching the chair and trying not to scream. Thing is, I know food will help, so ... ugh. (I’d just order curry but I tried that yesterday and the stupid website wouldn’t accept my order so fuck it; I’m not trying again.)

The instinct is to fall over and quietly die, but instead I am going to get up and put some gluten-free chicken kiev in the oven. At least that requires minimum effort. I don’t know what I’m going to treat myself with if I survive hell-week. ...Actually, the Solasta DLC comes out on Monday so that will probably be the thing. Just at this point I’m not sure I will even have the energy, spoons, or pain tolerance levels to actually play it.

#Thess has fibromyalgia #Thess has a day job #Thess has a commute

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beetlebitchywitch · 5 years ago

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Dissonant Notes, Part 2

Welp, here she is. Part 2 to the super soft Dewey fic I wrote waaaaaay too long ago. Will there be a Part 3? Maybe? We’ll see how this goes...

Part 1

The minute you got back to your apartment after work, you flew into a whirlwind. You tossed discarded shirts into your hamper, dusted the coffee table, fluffed your throw pillows, and completed just about any other unnecessary chore you could think of to keep your mind off the fact that Dewey was coming over tonight.

You saw him in the halls just after the bell rang, and for the first time in the history of your friendship with Dewey, you had difficulty stringing words together. God, you’re a fucking teacher and yet you feel like you’re in middle school again, your cheeks flushed and hands just barely trembling.

“Hey, Dewey, you got a minute?” you asked, your heart pounding away in your chest.

“Of course, Ms. L/N, what’s up?” he asked, fixing you with a steady gaze and a barely-there smirk. You were surrounded by students rushing to their buses or their parent’s cars, yet you couldn’t look away from him and the way he was looking at you.

“Um, about tonight. I was thinking I could cook us dinner? It’s the least I could do for you being willing to help me with my musical ability...or lack thereof, rather,” you joked awkwardly. His smirk only grew, his knowing look agitating the butterflied that have recently made their residence in your stomach.

“Text me your address and I’ll be there.” And with a simple wink, he was gone. You watched him walk down the hall and out the door, not once looking back in your direction.

...You were so fucked.

You had a little over an hour until Dewey arrived, so you set to work preparing a modest meal for the two of you. Given your overabundance of fresh produce, you decided to go with a stir fry, throwing every appropriate vegetable you could find into a large wok. You slowly fell into a groove, which cooking always helped you to do. You could simply zone out as you prepared the rice, chopped up some chicken, seasoned your vegetables, and threw it all together into something that looked and smelled delicious. You looked down at your work with pride...until, of course, the panic set in.

God, you don’t even know if he liked stir fry! What if he was a vegetarian? What if he’s allergic to something you used? Oh God, your first...get together, because date feels presumptuous, with Dewey and you might just up and kill him! He was so put together and smooth this afternoon and here you were, putting together a meal that could poison him and sweating at the mere thought of being in the same room alone with him because you were so-

Before the voices in your brain could take you over, there was a loud knock on your door. Fuck. Fuck. No turning back now.

You took a deep breath and made your way to the door, attempting to compose yourself before you opened it to reveal a smiling Dewey.

“Hey Y/N!” he said cheerily, still in his work clothes with his guitar case in hand. “Sorry I’m a little late, I got a bit lost trying to find your place.”

“That’s alright! Come on in,” you said shyly, stepping back to give him room to enter your apartment. Frankly, you hadn’t even noticed he was late; anxiety tended to distract you from things like that. “I, uh, I made a stir fry with chicken and rice! I really should’ve asked what you’d like to eat, so I’m sorry if you don’t like it-”

“Y/N,” he said fondly, “it’s alright, it smells really good. I’m used to cold pizza and stale fries on Friday nights, so this is a nice change of pace.”

You returned his smile and walked him into the kitchen, dishing out servings of the meal for each of you. He took his plate happily, deeply inhaling the savory smell with a soft smile. God, he was adorable. You led him to the living room and plopped down on your couch, looking up at him expectantly. He slid down next to you, leaving a less-than-desirable gap between you as you readily dug into your food.

“Y/N, this is really good,” he mumbled, his mouth stuffed full as he chewed. “I’m gonna start paying you to bring me lunch to school.”

“No can do, sadly. If I do it for you, then everyone’s gonna start wanting me to cook for them, and then I’m not gonna have any after-school time for you to try and teach me how not to suck at music,” you laughed, trailing the end of your fork nervously around your plate.

“Come on, it can be our little secret,” he teased with a wink. You simply avoided his gaze and continued to eat, feeling like the blazing heat in his eyes might set you ablaze if you looked at them.

“I’ll think about it,” you conceded quietly. “Hey, aren’t you a little uncomfortable in your work clothes? My bathroom’s down the hall if you brought anything to change into.” Dewey’s eyebrow quirked, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“Trying to get me out of my clothes already, huh? Come on, Y/N, we haven’t even finished eating yet!” he said slyly. You scoffed, trying to play off the heat rising to fill your cheeks by launching yourself off of the couch and stealing his near-empty plate, ignoring his complaining as you placed his dish in the fridge.

“Oh come on, you deserved that,” you joked, closing the fridge behind you with finality. “You can have your food back when you learn to behave.”

“Oh, and you’re gonna teach me, are you?” he asked, mischief dripping from every word. God, you wanted to kiss that smirk off his stupid face, damn him.

“Last I recall, you’re the one that’s supposed to be doing the teaching,” you pointed out, grabbing his guitar case from the end table next to the couch. “That is what you’re here for, remember?”

“Y-yeah, right,” he stammered, the bravado in his voice making way for a shaky shyness. “Let’s get to work, then! Could I, uh...I think I could help you better if I was sitting sort of behind you?”

It took everything in you not to flash him the biggest shit-eating grin imaginable. His “Mr. Smooth” persona was gone, replaced with a blushing, stuttering mess that suddenly made you feel much better about your inability to speak around him- clearly, your feelings were not one sided, but you chose to let that discussion come about naturally. Resisting the urge to tease him, you sat yourself between his legs on the couch, leaning back into his chest slightly as he placed his guitar into your lap. He began walking you through the most basic chords he could teach you, his arms wrapping around you to help guide your fingers to their proper positions. He was perfectly warm, and his hands were gentle, with rough fingertips calloused from years of guitar playing. The hard skin pressed wonderfully into your hands as he guided you, explaining each chord in as much detail as he could. You couldn’t have paid attention to what he was saying if he tried- his breath was rushing hotly over your skin, sending shivers down your spine that you’re sure he could feel. He was soft and warm and wonderful and you’re not sure you could take it much longer.

“D-Dew,” you murmured, feeling him still behind you. You’re sure you’d just cut off some explanation of the importance of the G chord, but honestly, you weren’t quite sure. “If you want me to be able to pay attention, you’re gonna want me to move.”

He remained still for a moment, his breath coming steadily as it puffed onto the bare skin of your shoulder. You held your own breath, eyes sliding shut as you waited for his response.

“I...I don’t want you to move.”

Those hushed words sent heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. Slowly, you turned slightly in his arms, finally getting a good look at his face- his cheeks were flushed, his lips just barely touching and his eyes were trained solely on you. You placed his guitar to the side, giving his arms room to curl around you as you stared into his eyes.

“...Show me.”

Your murmured words snapped him out of his reverie, and with a small sigh he pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands drifted up to wrap around his neck, kissing him back as sweetly as you could manage. His hands rested on your hips, grounding you to the moment, this beautiful moment you finally got to share with him.

When he pulled away, he took a whine with him, your body involuntarily voicing its disagreement. He chuckled, lifting one hand to rest it on your cheek.

“Sorry it took a fucking guitar lesson to get me to finally kiss you,” he murmured, his signature smirk returning to his lips. You chuckled, leaning into the warmth of his touch.

“Oh, that was your plan all along, was it?” you joked. “I should’ve guessed, you were quite the smooth operator this afternoon.”

“Oh, in the hallway? Yeah, I kinda walked out to my car after that and screamed into my steering wheel, so...” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “I wanted to...impress you, I guess? Though when it came down to it, I couldn’t keep it up for very long.” You snickered, turning your head to press a delicate kiss into the center of his palm.

“You impressed me a long time ago, Mr. Finn,” you said with a soft smile. “Truth is, I was so worried about impressing you that I could barely think straight. Guess we both worried for nothing, hmm?” He chuckled, letting his thumb stroke over your cheek.

“I mean, your guitar skills could still use a little work, but-”

“Oh, you’re one to talk! My chord progression was smoother than you by the end of tonight!”

“Oh no, why must you hurt me this way? Attacking my flawless flirting technique with music?!”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“No, yup, OK, that works too.”

He pulled you snugly into his arms once more, pressing sweet kiss after sweet kiss against your lips. You’d talk about what it all really meant later- for now, you were content to enjoy this moment with the man you cared about the most.

I feel like I could do a Part 3, but I’ll gauge it by reader interest I suppose? Let me know what you guys think!

#school of rock #school of rock broadway #dewey finn #dewey finn hc #dewey finn headcanon #dewey finn x reader #dewey finn/reader #dewey finn fic #dewey finn fanfic #dewey finn fanfiction #alex brightman #school of rock fluff #fluff

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trendingnewsb · 7 years ago

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6 Things Hollywood Always Gets Wrong About Being A Teenager

Presumably, every single writer in Hollywood was at some point in time a teenager. At the very least, they probably inject themselves with teenage blood in order to keep their organs strong and their skin moist. So how in the world do they know nothing about them? It’s … it’s the cocaine, isn’t it? Well, whatever it is, pay attention, writers. We’re about to help you out …

All Teens Are Totally Free To Interrupt Gym Class Or Practice

Teen movies like to portray gym teachers and coaches as sadistic disciplinarians who must win at all costs, yet they’re also super OK with anyone walking onto the field and interrupting things. Movie football practice has to stop every three minutes for each player’s girlfriend to walk onto the field and have a long conversation with him. In The Duff, the protagonist goes right up to the quarterback as he’s running drills.

Lionsgate Films“Hey! Star athlete in the middle of a play! Let’s talk about science class! No, YOU get the hell off the field, COACH.”

In 10 Things I Hate About You, a male student interrupts an all-girl archery class without anyone telling him he’s not allowed to just show up there for so, so many reasons.

Touchstone Pictures“Sup? You in class? Being watched very closely by a protective gym teacher as you shoot a dangerous weapon? Cool, cool.”

In Superbad, Seth has no problem completely ruining the gym class soccer game to talk to his buddy. People seem a little annoyed, but not to the point of anyone kicking him out. The PE teacher barely manages an irritated “Come on.”

Columbia Pictures“No, YOU come on! Movie school by-law 48B states that if I want to ruin a soccer game, you can’t do a goddamn thing about it!”

Once you notice this, you’ll see it everywhere. In Juno, about 30 seconds into the movie, everyone’s favorite quirky preggo hipster interrupts a track team’s cross-country practice to talk to her baby daddy, and the rest of the team continues as if nothing matters. Sandy in Grease tries the same thing, and can’t seem to understand why Danny won’t talk to her, despite the fact that he’s obviously in the middle of track practice.

Paramount Pictures“Sandy, I need to get a mustachey blowjo- I mean FINISH PRACTICE.”

All Teenagers Take The Same Classes, Everywhere

While pop culture would have you believe that teenagers spend all day making sex bets and hatching revenge schemes in response to sex bets, the truth is that they spend most of their time sitting in class. Literally, everyone who has ever written a script should know this and be able to get this fundamental element of teen life right, but much like the teens of today, they just can’t even.

Real high schools have level systems to separate students by academic ability, if not AP or honors courses to further separate our future leaders from the future opioid addicts and pyramid scheme victims. Movies and television are always sorting characters into jock, nerd, and slacker roles — which would absolutely have different schedules — and then throwing them all into the same class and hoping nobody notices.

Teen shows will have the smartest kids in school taking the exact same class as the pothead four grades behind and the lineman about to get kicked off the football team for failing lunch. For instance, in Boy Meets World, Topanga winds up being the valedictorian, yet she’s in class with Cory, the idiot, and Shawn, the wisecracking slacker. Even toward the end of high school, they have the exact same classes. Is this a Philadelphia school with only one classroom��s worth of students?

ABC Studios“Psst! Topanga! Who is this ‘Biology’ girl everyone is talking about? Is she hot?”

On Saved By The Bell, Jessie is an obsessive overachiever who resorts to speed pills to study longer, Kelly is an airhead cheerleader, Screech is more like a chimpanzee than a human, and Zack is a sociopath who would break up an administrator’s marriage in order to get out of class. And yet there they are, all in the same room.

Universal Television“Welcome to All the Math 1.”

Daria is in the same class as the cheerleaders and football players, who are portrayed as being so stupid that she can barely manage to feel contempt for them. Which must suck for her, because she’s learning the same things at the same rate they are.

Paramount Television“Class, please open your All the Math books to Chapter 4: Beginner and Advanced Math.”

Mean Girls also apparently takes place in a school with only one math class. Cady is “really good” at math, while Aaron is “kinda bad” at it, and yet they are in the exact same class, junior year. Should a mathlete like Lindsay Lohan really be sitting behind the handsome boy who has to count on his fingers? What’s she going to get out of that situation, other than HPV?

Paramount Pictures“Teacher, the answer is 1 over cute butt to the dreamy eyes!”

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In The Duff, Bianca is great at science, while Wesley is a jock with grades so bad that he is academically ineligible to play football and might lose his scholarship to Ohio State University, home of this tweet. By the end of the movie, he can’t get a grade above a B+, even with Bianca tutoring him every day. How could they possibly be in the same class? She should be in AP physics with all the other nerds, and he should be collecting bugs and guessing the names of rocks. The point is, this isn’t a frontier classroom by a pig farm– teachers don’t throw all the kids into one room and read to all of them from the same Bible anymore.

Cool Kids Love Carpooling

Hip teens are all about their spicy memes, Tide pod lunches, and sharing one vehicle between large groups of friends. Hollywood thinks that nothing screams cool like the environmentally friendly practice of carpooling, especially if you’re a teenager heading to and from school. TV teens are, like, so totally concerned about their carbon footprint that they cram into cars like they’re Bangladeshi buses.

Warner Bros. Television“One Tree Hill? They should have called it One Car H-“ “I will crash this car, Melissa. I will do it. I would love to do it.”

And it’s not like we are talking about friends aimlessly cruising around together. No, this trope is specific to the school commute, which all movie teens love. They act like driving to five different houses at the crack of dawn to pick up everyone for first period fills them with the raddest, most tubular joy.

Paramount PicturesThat girl’s probably mean because she’s been operating a door-to-school shuttle since 5 a.m.

This strange phenomenon happens in pretty much all teen-centered media across the decades, from Fast Times At Ridgemont High to 13 Reasons Why. Which is odd, since real teenagers think carpooling is about as cool as unregulated gun ownership.

Universal PicturesThe only way these guys managed to visit three locations and smoke a pound of weed before school would be if they were trying to make it to school two days ago.

There Is An Unlimited Amount Of Time Between High School Classes

Movies and shows think the time between classes constitutes about 70 percent of the entire school day. In a real school, you usually get five minutes to walk three minutes’ worth of distance. It doesn’t leave a ton of time to have profound conversations or gather together for bully ambushes. But in fictional high schools, like the one in Boy Meets World, you can style your hair, witness the beginning, middle, and end of a relationship, and give yourself a haircut. All between classes, with no one expressing any sense of urgency.

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Their school gives them 90 minutes between periods. They know you always gotta look fly.

In Riverdale, they have time to trade long monologues and accuse each other of elaborate murder plans while still presumably making it to their next class.

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“Can some of this intrigue wait until after school? I only have 40 more minutes to make it to Beginner/Advanced All Math. You know this, because you have it too. So do all of you. Hey, why did we even switch rooms?”

Teenagers Are Always Having Consequence-Free Food Fights

In a movie or TV show, all it takes to turn a room into a war zone is for one character to yell the words “FOOD FIGHT!” It’s as if movie teens have been waiting their whole lives to get covered in cafeteria food — objectively the worst kind of food. Try to think if there’s ever been a time in your life when that proposition interested you, much less enthralled an entire room full of carefully styled teenagers in their favorite outfits.

20th Television“Tee-hee, look at us ruin thousands of dollars’ worth of musical equipment!”

That last picture is a property-destroying riot from Glee, in an episode about several of the senior Glee Clubbers coming to terms with how they’ll soon be leaving the only school where everyone expresses themselves through song and dance. They halfheartedly attempt to recruit their replacements, and somehow, moments later, it is the goddamn food Purge.

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“I’m going to miss this place, you guys. Wait, I have an idea! DESTROY THE FUCKING SCHOOL!”

In Vice Principals, two rival educators are trying to kill each other, and their angry presence sparks a massive food fight. So it seems that any chaos, whether it is life and death or plain silly fun, will ignite the volatile powder keg that is teen lunching.

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We see these inexplicable, random fights break out over and over in films like Matilda, Max Keeble’s Big Move, Whip It!, Valley Girl, and Animal House. They also happen in shows like Lizzie Macguire, Boy Meets World, The Suite Life Of Zack And Cody, and even Power Rangers. Just because you defend the world from Lord Zedd does not mean you’re above trying to destroy a bunch of children with handfuls of chili.

Saban BrandsWhile they threw cake, 40,000 people died in a TurbanShell attack.

Picture the aftermath of a real school food fight. You’d have to spend at least a couple of hours covered in caked-on rotting food, all mixed together to form the exact recipe for vomit. You have to go home and explain to your parents why your best pants are ruined, your phone is filled with mashed potatoes, and your books have been soaking in melted Jello. The cafeteria is a legitimate biohazard that no school budget is prepared to deal with. Now try to picture the trouble you’d be in. Well, in a movie, nobody gives a shit.

You can create a tornado of garbage, and there won’t be a single consequence. Five episodes of Glee should have been them singing sad songs in detention after they destroyed an entire cafeteria. There should have been a scene in which they begged their principal not to press criminal charges with a Salt n’ Pepa song. You can’t simply decide to start a landfill where you stand because someone screams “food fight.” It absolutely does not go well when it happens in real life, as we see time and time and time and time again.

Teenagers Love To Hang Out Before Heading To School

For most of us, a school day started with a very unwelcome alarm, followed by a tough decision between personal hygiene and more sleep. Once you finally got ready and maybe ate something, you got on the bus or in the car with as close to zero seconds to spare as possible.

In movies, teenagers are always hanging out at their friends’ houses, meeting up in arcades, or stopping by the home of an elderly mad scientist of no relation to play guitar. High school has an average start time of 8:00 a.m., and most people take around 11 to 30 minutes to get ready. So even assuming you live next door to your school, you’re getting up at 7:48 at the latest. What kind of meth addict teenager gets up and does more than zero things before 7:48?

In a movie, that’s totally normal. Bill and Ted, two slacker kids failing out of school, managed to get up early enough to get together and then write, produce, and perform a music video before school.

Orion PicturesIt’s as if time travel movies don’t care about linear time.

Here’s a clip of Michael Cera and Jonah Hill in Superbad, both awake so early that they have time to share their masturbation fantasies while buying a slushie before school.

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Jonah Hill, in particular, always seems to be up in time to run all his errands before his first class. He’s just a goddamn go-getter. In 21 Jump Street, neither he nor Channing Tatum mention how fucking early it is when they go pick up a new car before their first day as undercover high-schoolers. How the hell do movie teenagers manage to fit in a whole day before 8 a.m.?

Columbia Pictures/MGM StudiosIt’s as grand a mystery as 27-year-old Dave Franco being cast as a real, non-undercover high school student.

Diego Rivera is a film student from Chile. He’s sometimes funny on Twitter. Jordan Breeding also writes for Paste Magazine, the Twitter, himself, and is taller than literally every teenager.

You only wish you had an alarm clock as powerful as these kids’.

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katygoestoeurope · 7 years ago

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Day 15–September 14

Woke up and had Slovenian desert and left over Mexican food for breakfast #winning. Then we walked across the street to the bar and taylor asked them to call us a cab (apparently taxis are way cheaper if you get a local to call one and don’t just flag one down). We got in the car and it was this super chill younger guy who talked with us the whole way about his country and even gave a history lesson (after all he was a history and philosophy professor for awhile). His opinion was that the counties were better unified as Yugoslavia and he was adamant about putting distance between the Baltic counties and Russia. He also talked about how beautiful the Soča river is and reminded us how sad we are to have missed it. Almost seems as though this country has conspired to make me need to comeback. The way some of the activities I’d been been most looking forward to evaded us this trip due to unpredictable and unchangeable forces. We got to the station, he pulled over and I opened my door and a bus driving by hit it. Not too hard but hard enough to make a loud noise and scare me. The crease of the door was bent a little and he driver was only worried because it was a rental and not his car. Worried about us catching our bus but also needing to deal with this he called a few people but looked me in the eye and told me not to worry. He hates going through insurance companies so he has a friend at a an auto body place that could get him a replacement door for €70. We paid him and he was apologizing to us just as much as we were to him. He wasn’t yelling blame or making us feel bad, you could tell he didn’t want to be dealing with it either and agreed that the buses are insane around here. As we payed him and walked away to try and catch our bus I started crying. Because I felt stupid, because it was expensive, but mostly because it was just the most recent stressful event in what has been a really intense couple of weeks. Unfortunately I started and couldn’t stop and this was a problem seeing as I was in public, didn’t have my sunglasses, and had to buy a bus ticket. So I went inside as taylor went to get more cash and our taxi driver showed up again. He felt bad and was worried and I could tell that my tears made him feel awful. He waited in line for us to see which line was faster and helped translate that the bus was running late. Since I couldn’t stop crying, he was trying to ask what was wrong and I just said I felt stupid and was sorry and really couldn’t even talk. In the grand scheme of life it wasn’t a big deal but it was a momentary collapse for me and I really wish I hadn’t had an audience present. There was also just something touching about the way he handled it. He was so kind, so gracious, so genuinely concerned about us, he even got us a coffee while we waited. I could tell he really hated that I was crying and would have done more to help if he could. Taylor assured him that I’m just sensitive and, well, I guess I am maybe more than I think. Our bus pulled up and he hugged me and gave me a sympathetic kiss on the cheek as he wished us well. What a way to start the day. The bus ride was uneventful. Then we got off and had to get another bus (which ended up being the same one and we just got back on). That one I slept during and don’t remember anything except the awful fumes. If it was possible to die of bus fumes I was pretty sure that’s how I was going to go that day. Once we got the the bus station we knew we had to get to the island of Venice–or Venezia as it’s known by Italians. Both hungry we got some pasta across the street and were pleasantly surprised! Taylor really liked the pesto I got but we couldn’t really share because the other one was too spicy for me. When we were done with our meal these two guys sitting at the table next to us said hello and we’re asking where we were from and all that. They moved closer and we started chatting. It was cool for awhile, the language barrier was sooo difficult to maneuver though and they kept asking if we would go out to happy hour with them. In typical Italian fashion they were pushy but finally we broke free and made our way to the bus. The Venice bus/train station is an entirely new beast with trains leaving every 5 minute or so and about 10 platforms. We bought a ticket but I’m pretty sure we missed that train so we had to scramble down and up stairs with our luggage to get to the one that we saw pulling up. 15 minutes later we were on the island of Venezia. Then we had to walk to get to the water taxi. Supposedly only a 15 minute walk but with getting lost it took more like 30. Truly such a difficult city to maneuver, which would normally be fine, but lugging around suitcases really makes it difficult, especially with all the stairs. Although I did see a gondola driver texting while driving and I had to laugh because if that doesn’t scream millennial I don’t know what does. “Yeah I’m just here driving this gondola in Venezia, ugh, so bored wyd?? Silly tourists paying €80 for this LOL” So finally we get to the water taxi and it was €7.50 each but luckily (we’re pretty sure sure now) it is a two way ticket. The taxi is fast and as we see the sign for our stop we shuffle up the stairs just as the boat is moving away, passing it. In my horrible Italian accent I ask for the stop and the guy tells me we have to get off at the next one and wait for another boat that is going back that way….. so we get off and in hindsight it’s hilarious but we were so tired from traveling literally all day that it was beyond frustrating. We left at 11 in the morning and didn’t get to our Airbnb until 8. Our host met us at the taxi station and was just so so sweet. She lifted our spirits and put a lightness back in our day. We chatted with her for about an hour. The room is stunning, so comfortable and luxurious. There is a king sized bed, a canopy, robes, tea and coffee, towels that smell amazing, and the whole place is decorated with her husband’s glass art. Then we met her dog Kimmie (a boy) who is just the sweetest and largest lab puppy ever. We chatted with our host for a long while, she was so sincere and easy going and her English was stellar from working in the US for years in a hotel. Finally we had to break away to get some food and she recommended a little place down the street. She also told us how safe venice is, way more so than Rome in terms of pick pocketing, and said we’d be just find wandering at night. The place we ate was so charming, a busting environment hidden away from the quiet streets. We both got pizza and little did we know that it meant we would each get an entire pizza. Bigger than my face. Two of my faces actually. Oh it was so so delicious. It had a chili sauce on it so the spice was perfect and the thing crust and cheese were to die for. We also each had a spritz which is the Italian drink. It’s orange and served with an olive and we’ve seen everyone drinking them. It was pretty good! A little stronger than I like but taylor enjoyed it a lot haha We got back home and I don’t even remember putting my head on the pillow. Something about traveling all day is so exhausting. I’ve learned now that if I’m planing to go between two place on a trip and it says it will take 4 hours it actually means more like 6 or 8. Between having to get to the bus station, buy a ticket, wait for the bus, transfer buses, get food, and get to the Airbnb from the station it ends up being very stressful and time consuming. This means that travel has eaten up more of the time on this trip than I’d anticipated. Two nights in one place is not enough, I think 3 minimum is good but more is better. I couldn’t have known that going into this trip but I’m learning! There is so much to see but spreading ourselves so thin isn’t the best either. Obviously this is still an incredible journey, but after all I am still just a world traveler in training. I’ll get the hang of it.

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6 Things Hollywood Always Gets Wrong About Being A Teenager

All Teens Are Totally Free To Interrupt Gym Class Or Practice

Lionsgate Films“Hey! Star athlete in the middle of a play! Let’s talk about science class! No, YOU get the hell off the field, COACH.”

In 10 Things I Hate About You, a male student interrupts an all-girl archery class without anyone telling him he’s not allowed to just show up there for so, so many reasons.

Touchstone Pictures“Sup? You in class? Being watched very closely by a protective gym teacher as you shoot a dangerous weapon? Cool, cool.”

Columbia Pictures“No, YOU come on! Movie school by-law 48B states that if I want to ruin a soccer game, you can’t do a goddamn thing about it!”

Paramount Pictures“Sandy, I need to get a mustachey blowjo- I mean FINISH PRACTICE.”

All Teenagers Take The Same Classes, Everywhere

ABC Studios“Psst! Topanga! Who is this ‘Biology’ girl everyone is talking about? Is she hot?”

Universal Television“Welcome to All the Math 1.”

Paramount Television“Class, please open your All the Math books to Chapter 4: Beginner and Advanced Math.”

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