Sometimes Being Somewhat Smart Is Great But Then Words Come Up Like Epistomolgy And I Just Sit Here Wondering

Sometimes being somewhat smart is great but then words come up like epistomolgy and I just sit here wondering what I have gotten myself into.

A person not wanting to work 

Really fun I don’t post here often because I’ve been dedicating myself to not dying in college but my spam blog thrives

Anyways have the Ides of March coin I’ve been looking at too many coins recently

I imagine the suitors saying it like this scene

damn Odysseus really isnt back at Ithaca? he pissed off so many gods they put him on the moon? poor Penelope and Telemachus

The Choir gods are displeased,

I say with my Throat Dying (tm) and a Choir Class of Chaos (tm) this Morning 

*laughs nervously*

My unread books and my bank account when I buy a new novel:

Odysseus on the moon: this is not my beautiful Ithaca. This is not my beautiful wife-

this text conversation about the odysseus spacecraft moon landing 🛬