Recently, I saw a BuzzFeed article entitled, "19 Walt Disney World Rides Represented by Spongebob Squarepants." Along with that, I also found out that we are officially going to Disney World for the New Years! So, I thought it would be fun to just add onto BuzzFeed's article and depict more Disney rides through Spongebob.
Without seeing your face, people will often assume you’re the other gender and address you as such, often beginning an email using the wrong article.
“What time was your appointment?”
“2:00!”
“2:00…?”
“Yes, 2:00.”
“Are you sure?”
Being asked to repeat yourself, accompanied with a very confused face, is the norm.
It would just be so much easier if my name were a “typical” boy/girl name.
“Your parents must be very interesting. Is there a cool story behind it? Why did they name you that? Are you named after a famous ancestor? Is there any meaning to it?” No.
I’m not the only one! Let’s be friends!
Nice to meet you… I guess…
Oh. Okay. That’s nice.
Hahaha, no. It’s a sensitive topic.
“Oh, I thought you were a boy/girl.”
“Well. I’m not…”
What is someone supposed to say to that?
Their name is Mackenzie and I can’t find them on Facebook! Do I address the email Mr. or Ms.???
“Why did you name me this?! You don’t understand the struggle!”
Yes, you have an “atypical” name, but that’s rare and awesome and you’re fierce.
I get it, my shining pale face among this sea of caramel-toned goddesses is easy to pick out. Thanks for boosting my self esteem.
Yes, lights on or lights off, you still can't lose me.
White+orange= orange. I'm going to let you think that one through.
By the looks of my lobster-red tan lines after being in the sun for fifteen minutes, I'd say the latter.
Thanks for transferring all my insecurities to my children. I'm crossing my fingers and toes they won't inherit this trait... for their sake.
Congratulations!
Don't turn me against my own kind.
Must be nice to lay out without having to hide under a towel.
I'm just reapplying my SPF 5000 every twenty minutes because it's fun for me.
Yes, because I wanted my nose to disappear in this photo.
The blood rushes to your face too, ya know. My skin just does a worse job of hiding it...
Can't a girl wear white or pale pink or light yellow without being ridiculed?!
Don't tell me how to live my life.
No. Because everyone is the same color as I am in the winter.
But hey, enjoy your tan lines and perfect selfies while you can. Because I'll be laughing when you look like leather and my porcelain skin keeps on keeping on.
No 9-year-old should be that talented.
The worst is when you're assigned the same piece. Like why.
"It gets easier to perform the more you do it." LIES.
Chances are, those classes require the most practice/rehearsal/homework. And you don't even get credit for all of your hard work.
It's much harder to appreciate Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 5 in C Minor when all you can think of is all the homework sitting on your desk at home and the inevitable all-nighter in your near future.
"I may have rocked that melisma on the second page, but the Eb in the third bar was really flat."
Imagine America's Got Talent every semester...for a grade...yeah, Simon Cowell's nothing compared to juries.
I thought we were supposed to look nice?
Is it too hard to ask for some peace and quiet around here?!
'Popera' is not opera. Educate yourself, hon.
Actually, it's more like finals month. And not only do we have exams, but we also have countless performances to prepare for. And juries. And essays.
I haven't slept in 6 days, my recital is next week, and I haven't even started researching for the essay on Stravinsky that's due in 2 weeks, but I'm fine.
You're a musician for life. So go out there and kick booty.
1. The witty burger names.
2. Louise Belcher's maniacal mind.
3. Gene Belcher, who is all of us when it comes to food.
4. Tina Belcher, a.k.a. my spirit animal.
5. More Tina.
6. Seriously, just all of the Belcher kids.
7. The credits songs.
8. Aunt Gayle.
9. And of course, Bob Belcher.
10. And Linda Belcher, who is me right after Halloween.
11. So raise your glasses and go watch Bob's Burgers!
