I don't think you're ready for this jelly

  • NG: I told him we should get a pet jellyfish instead. I'm sure that is ridiculously expensive to raise but idcurr
  • KO: Could it be that difficult? I think jellyfish and see floating doilies lol
  • NG: You have to get a circular tank so the jellyfish can swim in a way that doesn't get sucked into the filter then you gotta feed it fucking shrimps and shit
  • KO: oh shit ok I was not prepared for that reality haha
  • NG: how dat jellyfish gon be eating better than me on a daily basis
  • KO: too much spongebob. I'm saying though, if your childhood was filled with a talking sponge catching jellyfish with nets, your perception of reality might be a bit skewed. Like CLEARLY they shoot lightning

Stocks schmox

  • NP: I wonder how much American Apparel stock costs. It's doing so poorly. I'm gonna look it up, what do you think?
  • NG: Six... teen (dollars)?
  • NP: Close. Eighteen. Cents.
  • NG: Geez, I didn't even realize American Apparel is a public company, that's sad.
  • NP: I don't think they know they're a public company.
  • (Edit: My bad, it's actually 80 cents. Still.)

Three rare elephants found dead, poisoning suspicion

“We suspected that they died after consuming bars of soap laced with poison we found near the carcass,” the group’s chief Rabono Wiranata told AFP.

“It seems that the elephants have died around one week,” he said.

The animals are usually either killed by villagers, who regard the beasts as pests that destroy their plantations, or by poachers for their tusks.”

Leave these babies alone ;( ;( ;(

We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out – that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.
Written by Marina Keegan, who graduated from Yale University a week ago and was set to be an editorial assistant at The New Yorker on June 11th. She died in a car crash this past weekend. We lost a good one.

MY POOR MACBOOK :(:(:(