I Don't Think I'd Survive In Another Country. Their Food Would Be Too Good. Which In All Respects Sounds

I don't think I'd survive in another country. Their food would be too good. Which in all respects sounds like a stupid problem, how would good food lead to my demise? Simple. Good food is scary. I'm a picky eater with low standards. I'll only eat food I'm familiar with if it looks "right," but it could be like, the most dog shit version of that food. People be like, "college food tastes bad." And I'm like "oh my gosh it's the soup I get every Thursday at dinner! It's so good!" I'd go to another county, see the seasonings that make the food *actually* taste good and be like, "nope, nope, nope. It looks wrong I can't eat it or I'll throw up." And the sad thing is, it's probably the best tasting thing I've ever been in the presence of before, but it just *looks* sketchy. I don't know why but I'm *pretty* sure that food wants to throw hands with me. I dunno what I did but I think it's angry.

Bugs always be in a hurry, I ain't never seen a bug just walking casually, they always runnin like they got shit to do and places to be. I feel like they're tryin to make the most of their short lives but, my man, what's the point if ya don't stop and smell the roses, ya know?

Surprise! You're a leader! Cuz when you do something you do it to the best of your ability and then people expect you to do things all the time (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

...I am a simple girl, I just want someone to fix my plague doctor cloak at the renfarie

You ever have that moment when finals are coming up and you have four papers to write, two art projects to finish and present, a test to study for, and two exams and you can't even get out of bed and your like "shit, maybe it won't work out this time" and then a couple days later you finally finish an (yeah just one of them) essay that's been hanging over your head and suddenly you think that maybe if you budget your time well that you can avoid failure but instead of working on all of that you are on your phone making a tumbler post? Umm *definitely* couldn't be me... Couldn't be me...

When my little sibling found out I was on the Dean's list, they asked me what that was. This is what I told her:

Ok so there's this guy named Dean, right? And he has this list, and ya can't have a list without names, so he goes to each college or university and says "hey, yo, who's got the best grades?" And the college/uni is like "all these people" and then Dean's all like "dude that's so hype, imma put them on my list!" So Dean has like a bajillion lists of names of people with good grades bc he really likes lists