hollis (they/them) currently studying classics and archaeology.

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i’m up to the episode “first person shooter” and…it’s fucking terrible. i’m only ten minutes in and i fucking hate it. so far it’s almost as bad as that other computer one with that cybergoth girl

can you imagine skinner during “x-cops” he gets a call from scully at night. “sir, we were pursuing a lead and— sir turn on your television” “yes, sir, that is us. on tv.” “yes sir mulder did just describe the suspect as a “werewolf”” 

what a fucking job

i love when characters react realistically to mulder

as i type this macklemore is writing a song about it

god i have to work a full nine hour shift tomorrow and i still feel like shit and i dont even get paid overtime or anything for working on labor day :/

anyway, academically the most spiteful thing i’ve done is when i took english my first year of college and the professor took points off a quiz b/c of some reading comprehension shit about who wore makeup in ancient egypt. it was true or false or something. can’t remember the specifics except i lost a point because i put down men and women wore makeup as pharaohs and this old man said i was wrong because men were pharaohs, not women. 

and i got pissed off b/c i?? deserved that point??? and he was just straight up wrong???

so i argued it and cited sources and he finally relented and gave me the point back. (it didnt even mean much tbh the quiz was worth pretty much nothing but it was the fucking principle of it now) 

but then i was pissed off b/c he gave me the point but commented that the women pharaohs weren’t really pharaohs, they were just queen regents. (many women rulers in egypt WERE regents. but there were several woman pharaohs)

so i had to have the last word and for the essay (supposed to be approx. two pages.) i wrote six pages on hatshepshut and repeatedly stated how she was a successful pharaoh. how she was, explicitly, a pharaoh. not a queen regent. not a queen. a pharaoh. every time i got tired and tried to put off the essay i reminded myself that my professor would have to read it and be reminded that i was right

the moral of this story is i will go to absurd lengths to get the last word in about trivial things

i took some mucinex or whatever it’s called so hopefully i’ll be able to sleep tonight

i have to close tonight and i really regret offering to cover another girl’s shift