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The Worst Part About Being Functionally Illiterate Is Not Actually Being Illiterate, It's The Fact People
The worst part about being functionally illiterate is not actually being illiterate, it's the fact people don't understands that I'm illiterate to a degree and whenever I say "what up I'm Mason I'm 19 and I never fucking learned how to read" they think I'm joking, I'm not joking, I really never learned how to read, I have a severe learning disability.
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I know that the Magnus institute is most likely a fancy Victorian looking building but I was looking at 70s architecture in the UK as reference for a project and I realized that I've been picturing the institute as if it were built in the 1970s, like made from that very specific tan brick with random and unnecessary angles
Like this

Or like this

It makes absolutely no sense but it just feels right to me. I also think it's kind of funny, like the Magnus institute isn't some big intimidating spooky stone building in the middle of a modern street, it's just a crappy looking office building, I think that would be a little funny.
With all the stuff going on inside and the network of spooky tunnels underneath I should rightly be picturing a spooky place, and yet this image persists.
If you drink a can of the special edition fall cranberry Canada dry ginger ale immediately after eating about half a pint of Ben& Jerry's peanut butter half baked it tastes exactly like you're drinking a beer.
Just for the sake of transparency, I'm making this post at 10:30 a.m. and yes, the ice cream was a little breakfast treat. It was a reward for putting in my contacts which I hate doing.

This is my life now.
There are some many of her.
We must stop calling the alligator Loki, croki. It is not a crocodile, it is an alligator, they are distinct animals. I beg you, I implore you, do not do this thing.
The best part about going to culinary school is when I come home with food and I text my roommates something like "descend, there are treats," and then they all slowly make their way into the kitchen to have some of the bean soup or whatever the fuck, because like I'm not going to eat it I'm to tired from the four to six hour lab I just did but still I don't have to worry about it not being eaten, it's a perfect system.