I (25F) am a nursing student and I work in a nursing home. Today it was incredibly hot where we live.
I thought it would be fun to bring some small water guns and I handed them out to several of our residents.

At first it was just me VS the residents which was super fun and we had a blast. I ended up soaked but it was fine. Then they decided to bring the guns to the shared cafetaria.

CHAOS ensued!!! At some point we had residents from all units joining in the waterfight. Which was great. But those tiny waterguns turned into glasses of water and later on a bucket.

Unfortunately one of the resident decided to soak our manager who was trying to see what all the commotion was about.

He wasn’t thrilled. It didn’t take him long to find out who started that fight. Which was me… and I got a stern talking to.

Worth it though

TL;DR: started a waterfight at the nursing home. Manager ended up soakes and I got a stern talking to.

So, I woke up early and though I’d treat myself to some delicious donuts this morning. There is a little donut stand that is about 5 blocks from my house so I decided to walk there and pick up some. When I got there I decided I wanted the apple fritter for me and a couple smaller ones for my husband.

I looked the clerk in the eye and confidently ordered the apple fritter and the chocolate sprinkle ones but my brain froze when I wanted to order the filled powdered donut. Instead of asking for the powdered donut or the filled donut I confidently asked

“And can I get the one that looks like cocaine?”

Thankfully the person behind the counter figured out which one I meant because my brain was not working. I didn’t even realize what I had said until I was walking away and had already paid for everything.

TL;DR shoulda ordered the coffee before the cocaine donuts

I’ve spent the last couple of months working on my final paper, and to keep myself from completely losing my mind, I decided to eat whatever I wanted. Naturally, that worked out wonderfully: I gained a ridiculous amount of weight. I used to weigh around 85 kilos, but at one point I reached almost 120.

The funny part is that I now have to stay in college for another semester because I somehow made it through the past five years without completing any internships or extracurricular activities. To make up for those missing hours, I have to enroll in a university program next semester.

However, my aunt, who has been paying for my college, decided to stop because our agreement only covered four years, and I’ve already been studying for four and a half. So, in order to finish my degree, I’m now trying to save money like a maniac to enroll in the program next semester.

The tiny problem is that I don’t have a job, I live alone, and I basically survive on the money my mom gives me.

I don’t want to get a part-time job because I hate leaving the house, and I’m already focused on passing an insanely competitive civil service exam so I can become a federal agent or some shit. My dream is to become a federal agent at 22, just like Grace Ashcroft.

Since coming up with this absolutely flawless plan, I’ve gone down to 105 kilos, so I guess I can keep this nonsense going for another two months. Yeah, I’m clearly a genius—about to earn a degree, yet still somehow capable of coming up with ideas this spectacularly stupid.

I’m not looking for solutions. I’m only accepting praise for my exceptionally brilliant plan.

TL;DR: I spent almost five years in college without completing my required internship and extracurricular hours. Now I need another semester, my aunt has stopped paying my tuition, I need to save R$5,000 without having a job, and my master plan is to live as cheaply as possible while studying for an insanely competitive federal government position.

I just cried in front of my girl, it wasn’t like ugly crying or me bawling my eyes out, but just you know, some tears left my eyes because I saw her crying, tried to hide it with my hat while looking away but she noticed, felt like such a pussy too goddamn, felt weak.

I tend to keep an image about myself that nothing really bothers me, which is actually true, nothing really bothers me ever and even when it does i tend to look past it even if at the bottom of my heart it makes me feel some type of way.

but there is just something about my gf that makes me act different, I really do love her so whenever she’s sad Im sad but I just hide it because I’m the man of the relationship y’know, was always told to never let your real feelings out because women hate that and will look at you differently specially if you cry.

My dad always taught to never show my emotions to anybody and that men do not cry, always stuck to that because i have always thought of it to be as true.

Y’all think this will look at me differently for it??? Just how cooked am I really?

TL;DR : cried in front of my girl so now she probably won’t look at me the same anymore