chance-igarchy: when the voting system is based off of a toss of a coin…obviously whatever country agreed to this type of government..It didn’t last long. They flipped a coin on whether to change that form of government or not.
Me: Guess what?
Me: No really, guess
Myself: I really don't want to guess. I was hoping you'd understand that. You better not make me guess.
Myself: ......So what is it?
When I was younger I used to think that the emergency brake was really the button you pressed to eject the passenger seats out of the car to prevent getting hurt in an accident. I thought that there was a spring that pushed the seat up and the roof would open up so the driver wouldn’t hit his head. Once the passenger got high enough they could pull a string and the parachute would come out....
I do believe that in my attempt at sounding insightful have gone and made myself a blithering idiot. Yes we are, as you say, awesome. and it is awesomeness that which we will procure when people look into our very souls they will see our awesomeness for what it really is and our awesomeness is our very being our livelihood our……awesomeness
Me: I stretched a bunch and it feels good
Online Buddy: that's good.
Me: If it wasn't good I wouldn't have said it felt good. But of course, that which feels good is not always good.
Online Buddy: very insightful
Me: Quite elementary dear Online Buddy
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I have an extremely small head yet, a very large brain(humbly) Strange combination
By far the coolest thing I saw today was a baby trying to spoon feed the cat. Seriously, it was really funny. He placed the cat food on a spoon he had found who knows where, and once he saw the cat it was off to feed him. Once he found out that the cat wasn’t interested in spoon feeding he tried placing the food from the cat bowl to the chair where the cat was napping… I really wish I...
Tumblr Affection: The personal compliments sent through Tumblr Messages. Examples of Tumblr affection are, but not limited to: Compliments sent through the ask box Telling someone they look pretty, write well, or do great whatever it is they’re posting. Tumblr affection may also be sent anonymously. The beauty of this type of affection is that it is a very personal opinion with an...
People Say that I cross my arms a lot, but half of the time I’m really just giving myself a hug.
bed is the only word that looks remotely like its own image when written out.
My Phobia: Decisions
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Screams Bloody Murder*
I wonder why I’m in such a bad mood until I realize that it’s because I’ve cut out all the things that made me happy. People. friends, reading, playing/listening to music, and connecting with God. Sometimes the corner of my mind is where I want to be the most. I like a silent house with little expectations. Me and expectations don’t get along too well. Part of my mind...
Decision proceeding death
“I don’t care” Any phrase that starts with, “I don’t care” generally equals a mistake. If not a mistake it creates a very very lonely life. A person who says they, “don’t care about other people” wakes up alone. Whatever the situation, it’s the consequences we tell to shove off. In return Consequence gives a sigh and tells us,...
Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?– Florence, S.C.
I love hugs. I totally do. But I’m not the type of person who goes out of their way to give them. It’s just not a part of my personality. I have my loud moments and I just have those days where I would be happy just not saying anything. I’m usually too inside myself to come out and hug. When an old, kind of half friend I knew from school jumped at me to give me a hug I was more...
I don’t blog to reblog. I blog to be reblogged.– me,
I can’t stand that cat. He loves to wake up at three in the morning and meow next to the bedroom door with hopes of going outside. tonight he did something pretty cool. He followed me six blocks from home. I was craving junk food and so I decided to go to go to the gas station to feed my lust for fatty substances. When I made it ten feet from the house my cat meowed at me as if to say,...
There are three kinds of people. Those who can count and those who can’t
Separate But Equal
HA! Who am I kidding? My blog is totally the best.
I’ve never had so many dreams before. Somehow they just come and I’m only capable of picking up a few things about the dream. My dreams have had one thing in common with each other. It’s quite strange really. Hate. they’re in all my dreams. Someone’s mad at me for one reason or another. My friends are the ones especially mad at me in my dreams as if I can never do...
Mondays are the hardest days to dream on I suppose because of all the work that will have to be done throughout the rest of the week. Our plans for weekend freedom are a full week away and there’s never a harder time to work then when coming back from a dream. I almost have to remember to imagine throughout my day. It’s the one time of the week I can’t do in involuntarily. So,...
Home is wherever we are when there’s nothing to do.– Jack Johnson
We never question what we want to believe. If we ever did it might mean proving ourselves wrong. Maybe that’s why we make so many mistakes in the moment. Because momentarily we decide to throw away logic for the sake of wanting to do something differently. We wouldn’t regret so much afterwords if we had questioned it in the first place. I need to question myself before I question the...
I wrote this dream down a while ago but I didn’t really want to post it. So here it is now. I was spending time with a friend. If you must know, she was a she. I was spending time with her because I felt guilty that tomorrow I had to die. My family decided that they couldn’t feed me and my dad so they were going to take us to the, “public suicide pools.” The next...
Unfortunately 90% of the rest of the world don’t have the internet to log onto. This means that 90% of people will not reblog this. Be one of the few who want to tell people that they really don’t care what the odds are.
Just another Patron.
My younger sister told me to stop patronizing her. So I looked up the word and I asked her if she knew what it meant. She could only say she had a general idea of what the word meant. When I asked her if she could give me a general idea of what the word mean she stopped to think, began to get really mad, and then she yelled at me saying to stop patronizing her. I wish she had looked up the word in...
It’s kind of scary being in such a good mood. Because at this point its all down hill from here. Sometimes I wonder if being so happy is worth being so sad later. I guess life is just something I have to live with and hope the rest works out.
Me: maybe I wouldn't have felt bummed about no one liking my ramble but I thought it was a pretty good ramble. Like top dollar. I'm just one big ramble at the moment
I wrote it yesterday
Online Buddy: I still have to read it but heather's talking to me haha
Me: I am sooo judging her right now
*judgment stare >.>
Online Buddy: hahaha
She just said "Oh...hahaha"
Me: well tell her that if she doesn't wipe that smirk off of that face....
(>")> Karate chop
Online Buddy: she said "Don't make me go all gangster on you because your amazing just the way you are."
Me: I don't think she needs to worry about me right now. If she messes with me I'm not the one that's going to turn out less amazing when all is said and done
Online Buddy: haha i told her...
Me: did she cry?
Online Buddy: no she didn't
Me: I would've cried if I ever threatened myself
I probably would've wet my pants
Online Buddy: I'm sure you would
Me: do her pants look a little wet? they should..
Online Buddy: nope sorry
Me: well this time check under her diaper
look to see if its poopy while your at it.
Online Buddy: this is a weird conversation
Me: you're changing the subject because you don't want to check her diaper
Online Buddy: yeah basically
I’m so vain. I might’ve though that song was about me. I’m so vain. I might have thought that song was about me, about me, about me, I’m sooooo vain.
I kind of accidentally did something pretty cool. I made a phone call on 10/11/11 at 11 AM a few minutes before the eleventh minute of the hour. Pretty cool if anyone was to ask what I thought about it. I didn’t notice until they called me back to tell me it was kind of creepy for me to call them at that time. Still, it was pretty cool.
A Million Different Faces.
The grass is always greener on the other side, especially when we can’t go over and see for ourselves what it’s really like. I think there’s more truth in the saying than many people would like to admit. Humans spend more time wishing to have and be something different then they do appreciating what it is they actually have. Right now what we all have is a major dose of...
The household cats know few natural prey. But over time a great and powerful enemy has moved into their homes biting and screaming at the floor bellow. They have nothing to do but hide and pray the onslaught will end by dinner time. They have no choice but to cower in fear at its greatness. There is always a great fear that soon it will eat them up next. Grinding, biting, and sucking its enemy is...
Nap Hangover- The dizzy feeling that comes to the body right after a long poorly placed nap. feelings in the legs and hands may also be slightly over sensitive. Warning: Nap Hangover can make a lot of people unnaturally cranky. A great way to tell if someone has Nap hangover is to look at their hair. There are some people who would consider this dangerous cranky state of being similar to...
Robots vs. zombies!?!?! That’s what the title of a book read at Barnes & Noble. I love Zombies I find robots sometimes amusing. Robots win in a fight. Hands Down. It’s like Rock vs. Scissors. There is absolutely no reason to pick up this book. I thought I’d never see anything worse then twilight vampire knock offs. The story will not be scary because robots can’t...
I should just make a personal goal right now not to use this blog to complain about personal issues. I might complain now and then, but I can’t stand the negativity of my own whiny tone. If I can’t handle hearing myself complain no one can. See! Now I’m complaining about how it sucks hearing myself complain! This is oh so confusing….
Manic depression searches my soul. I know what I want but I just don’t...– Jimi Hendrix
Love is like a metaphor. Once it doesn’t make any sense you know...
I woke up from a dream. The last thing I remember was stabbing a ninja with a block of firewood. To say the least I was happy the ninja was dead, but it was amazingly gory. That’s what I get for watching zombies movies the day before.
Will be back Monday.
But before I leave I have a quick thought. Has anyone else ever forgiven someone and moved on? Of course that’s human and it’s a liberating feeling. Even though we’re not friends anymore, and even though I’m glad we’re not somehow I keep dreaming about it as if there’s something missed. I dreamed that God was going to kill the guy and I had to be the one to tell...
Roughly four years ago I attempted to read the unbelievably large story. I only got about three hundred pages through. Now I’m planning to get through the whole nine hundred. Honestly I found it very humorous to read. I just didn’t finish it. Now I’m going to get through the whole thing. Don Quixote here I come.
Me: Let’s get married on my birthday
Fiance: Why would we do that? You want all of the wedding presents to get tied in with your birthday don’t you?
Me: No no no, You’ve got it all wrong. I want it on my birthday so I won’t forget our anniversary. You know how men can be. That way I’ll always remember it!
Fiance: You’re still not going to remember our anniversary. Just you wait. Our anniversary is going to go a lot like this.”
Myself: Honey!! It’s my Birthday today”
Nonexistent Wife: and what else is it today?
Fiance: See? All your going to remember is that it's your birthday. Don't even think about it.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon, The...– Nursery rhyme
I’d rather not hook up with someone who thought I was perfect. If things ever got serious that little mask wouldn’t hold up for long. What if we all found someone who knew we were imperfect and they loved us anyway? I’d be amazed if someone loved me still knowing I was a stinky lazy slob. There is absolutely no exaggeration there. I am a stinky lazy slob. Few people, aren’t...
As strange as it may seem, sometimes we enjoy spending time with others simply because we get to be ourselves rather then pretending to be someone else.