My names Matt Hurton. I'm weird. If you're reading this you're probably a little weird too
A Bit Insane
Super easy-healthy peanut butter cookies
3 ingredients:
- 1/2 cup peanut butter
- 1/2 cup protein powder
- 1 apple
Put everything together in a food processor. Make little cookie balls with the cookie dough and cook for 15 to 20 min at 220 degrees Celsius (430 F) or until cookies are slightly brown.
do you have like these imaginary scenes in your head of you in situations that would never actually happen and whenever you’re bored or spacing out or just walking around you kind of just go back to them and imagine them over and over
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I have never reblogged something so fast in my LIFE.
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Who is the most attractive US president of all time?
It’s not the gorgeous Barack Obama or the zesty Bill Clinton or the tragically beautiful John F. Kennedy or either of the Roosevelts or even Baberaham Lincoln
THAT’S RIGHT FRIENDS
IT’S RUTHERFORD B. HAYES
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Anonymous asked: Hey Matt. You are awesome. Any grad school that didn't accept you is not worth your time because you are one of the smartest, most hardworking, most dedicated people I know and it's their loss for not wanting you. You have the rest of your life to do something great so go out and DO IT. That is all.
That’s not a question…
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Macklemoredude this sounds like really bad ass boss music holy shit??
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What did I do wrong? I honestly want to know. As far as I know no one has ever even heard of an applicant getting so many interviews and not getting into a SINGLE school. Am I just a bad person? Am I stupid?
And why is it that they delay the inevitable? It’s completely heartless. I’d rather they just rip the band-aid off now than prolong it.
I am so sick of people trying to tell me that it’s not a big deal. I spent four years of my life preparing for this. I got interviews. I travelled, I talked with 20 different professors with whom I would have loved to spend the next five years doing research. And all for what? And now that I know that, apparently, there’s just something wrong with me when they actually meet me face to face, there’s no fixing it. I have just found out I’m not meant for the only thing I’ve been trained to do. Sure, it’s fine, I’ll just go do some middling office job that I know I will despise, do nothing of significance with my life, and most likely die alone. But hey it could be worse right?
I just don’t care anymore. About just about anything. If it weren’t for friends guilt-tripping me I’d probably just end it now. Fuck everything.
