you can’t defend yourself, you can’t argue back, and when you finally get exasperated with them they cry to make you feel bad for being upset.

Sometimes, when I stand very still in a quiet room, I can hear the servos and pneumatics in my bionic legs humming.

When I was in school at Kettering, I was unhappy. I thought I was unhappy because I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. So I changed schools, changed majors, wasted a ton of money, and started over with something I thought would align more with what I wanted from life.

Now I am in school at UofM and I am happy. However, I still don’t know what I want to do with my life. If I could change schools, change majors, waste a ton more money, and start over again, I’d seriously consider it. Except now I’m pretty sure that I have absolutely no idea what it is that I want from life.

Go figure.

Every bathroom in the science building says this on it. Why have the wheelchair accessible bathrooms on any floor but the first?

This is the changing table in one of the library restrooms. The “do not” has been mischieviously colored out, prompting users to zig when they should be zagging.

IOU @ Tia: 1 gold star. I’d rather owe you all my life than cheat you out of it.

IOU @ Karina: 1 carton of leftover Lo Mein. I’d rather owe all my life than cheat you out of it.