I'm Freak, and yes, it is okay to call me that. I have far too many fandoms, and I occasionally get cranky about politics and yell at people, and sometimes I write. Mostly I just reblog cute animals and cry about fictional characters.
22, she/her pronouns, as in "Freak realized nearly two months after her birthday that her blog still claimed she was 21".
So last week I went to the person on staff who’s supposed to help with statistics. She showed up 45 minutes late to her office hours, when she had a line of four people waiting outside, and then turned out to be absolutely NO help whatsoever. We set up a time to meet this morning. Then some stuff changed, so I emailed her to cancel it, and she responded and agreed to reschedule later in the week. Then maybe fifteen minutes after our cancelled meeting would have started, I got a really passive-aggressive email from her about how it clearly wasn’t happening, and could I please tell her next time I wasn’t going to show up.
And then my mom started texting me about this wedding we’re supposed to go to. She’d wanted me to come down Thursday, but then changed her mind and told me to come down Friday so that I could drive my brother. Then she sent me three texts right in a row alternately freaking out about how nothing’s going to get done if I come on Friday, and yelling at me for not scheduling things so I could come down Thursday, without even giving me a chance to respond and tell her if I could or not. (I can’t. I have work and classes and I’m not going to ditch out just because she’s freaking out.)
And then after I typed up a long rant post, she sent me another text complaining about how I’m way too high-strung for responding so anxiously to her freakout. (My response was literally “I don’t think I can do Thursday, I’d be missing work and classes. Do you want to talk or email about this?)
shrimp are referred to as an abomination four times more than homosexuality is in the bible
macklemore is writing a song about shrimp rights as we speak
when i was in the third grade i thought i was a shrimp because i could swim
And I can’t change
Even if I’m fried
Even if I’m barbecued