three and a half hours until my last final of freshman year, and i’m finding any means of procrastination to mitigate this boredom, even though i should be looking over my notes on how to find non-trivial solutions to Laplace’s wave equation (i think it was Laplace..). this differential equations exam will mark the end of my first year of college. the end of the school year always makes me some-what sad, and i start thinking about this past year of my mediocre squid life, which nonetheless has passed all too quickly. my right tentacles also feel very dry—i could use some aveeno feel me?— but my left doesn’t, and this unbalance makes me uneasy. i’ve met some really cool squids this year, and going away has also been a testament to my friendship with my Swellz squids, who i haven’t been separated from since grade 2 or so. but overall, college has been a whole other ocean, with all new squids, and turtles and platypi (i thought this was the plural of platypus..? guess not), but thankfully no sharks ;) so we’ll see what the next 3 years bring. cheers to this awkward phase between adolescence and squidulthood.
It’s been a long time, but it’s only because I went to a yoga retreat in Wisconsin. Not gonna lie, I was mad miffed when they yogies said that I couldn’t blog but what’s a squid to do, ya know? The retreat was just super frustrating because I couldn’t do any of the cool moves and I would always get super tangled up in my tentacles. And also it was hot yoga so it was all humid and my suctions cups were just suctioning to literally everything. Like the first day I tried to walk in aaaallll coool with my new mat and custom made yoga pants (with 8 pant holes, obviously…all from Lululemon Atheletica…OBVIOUSLY http://shop.lululemon.com/home.jsp?locale=en_US&sl=US ) but as soon as I stepped into the room my tentacles were sticking to the floor and I couldn’t move!! Worst part of it all is that there was this grimpoteuthis plena there who just wasn’t having that issue and then for the rest of the retreat she was acting like all snooty like she was the superior cephalopod?? LIKE NUH UH HO. So overall it just sucked. Oh and I don’t even wanna talk about the time when I inked in the yoga room it was just a mess. BUT YA KNOW IT’S WHATEVER I’M BACK NOW BETTER THAN EVER THAT’S WHY THIS IS LIKE TABULA RASAAAAA.
check this out squidz:
Student riots #montreal (Taken with Instagram)
Sup. (Taken with instagram)
Anonymous asked: whats america like
Anonymous asked: what are your views on calamari?
ummm to be honest, with a hint of lemon and well-made marinara sauce, calamari is the shit. so good. but after eating calamari, i usually go through a long series of burdensome inner conflicts, concerning my morals; i begin re-questioning my scruples and views on cannibalism. it’s all bad news bears. but in short, calamari is nomz.
Soooo much fun at work (Taken with instagram)
The gangs all here!! (Taken with instagram)
got this gem from my friend’s german friend!
Anonymous asked: I find myself spending all day on your blog, trying to think of cleverly funny things to ask, but then realizing this meta question is the best I can come up with. Do you have any squin-genius advice?
Ah, this is only a question I am faced with daily. It seems as if the cleverness of my blog hinders the readers from acting upon their own sparks of creation. But fret not, listening to this song, as well as EVERY other song in the musical, the Children of Eden, will remedy your creative block immediately.
I did notice the meta in your question. That’s deep.