October 2010
58 posts
His jail mate has been moved three cells down….
*breaks down emotionally because he’s leaving the nest*
…Into the cold cruel world.
September 2010
32 posts
“He who has the most toys…totally missed the point.”
“It has come to my attention that Harry Potter is in a serious relationship with...”
– Me…looking for more people to follow *sigh
Girl: HI! Nice to see you again it's been a while. I know this sounds weird but, you smell really good."
Me: :"Oh, that's because in middle school I smelled like the gerbil living in my closet. I've just grown up"
Girl: "Nice...."
“blame it on the ice cream. It’s the sugar rush that used to make us high...”
– Me…with ice cream
darling--dreamer asked: Thank you for the Follow.
Your blogs pretty strange...in a very good way. x
Your blogs pretty strange...in a very good way. x
Several Things I hate.
1: Coming to my Tumblr on Tuesday and finding I have go through thirty or so, "Recommend my blog" posts. If they have to ask the answer is No.
2: Finding that three people I have followed have all re-blogged the same picture. What's up with that? Someone has to go...
3: Not being able to further down the directory because everyone recommends the same four blogs.
4: It may not bug anyone else,but when tumblr users have an f-bomb in their name I usually skip down and find someone else.
5: Not being able to find enough tumblr blogs who post music.
Me: I'll probably never complain about this again, or maybe just for a couple of weeks. I just felt like whining a little bit. Which is another thing that bothers me....
6: People who whine...a lot. Especially if it's about something incredibly stupid. Like the weather.
Is It just me….(probably is)…or is most everyone who gives their age out eighteen…Including myself?
She eats Victory
She: I learned tonight that I only ever eat peanut butter if it’s on pizza.
Me: The idea of Ranch with Pizza shocked me in Middle school. How do you think I feel now? pretty Flabbergasted if I say so myself.
She: it’s so good!!!!!
Me: Yeah, that’s what they said about the ranch.
She: well… I mean like peanut butter instead of tomato sauce. then covered in chicken and pineapple. it’s such a horrible combination that it’s actually the most delicious thing on earth.
Me: whoa! hold up there a second. You didn’t say that you were were replacing the tomato with peanut butter. My whole world just got turned upside down. I can’t even visually comprehend….
She: well it’s not like I’d dip a slice of pizza in a jar of peanut butter. I hate peanut butter. so if it’s on the pizza already, it’s good.
Me: I…….can’t even visually see it. Its like the beautiful red that shines from the pizza is replaced with…brown? Is the peanut butter cooked?
She: lololol
I’m sorry, I think I just destroyed the fine line between normal and not normal. And yeah, the peanut butter is cooked.
Me: The taste might be fairly normal. But I can’t understand the texture…It doesn’t seem normal. What does it taste like?
She: It tastes like victory
Me: Can I try some? I can’t recall the taste of victory…
She: it’s my breakfast tomorrow…
Me: Victory for Leftovers? Now THAT sounds like the breakfast of Champions.
She: I had it for lunch/dinner today and then for leftovers not too long ago and yeah. I’m a champ.
Me: That’s a lot of peanut butter. Not to mention Victory. Does anyone else win? Not me
Truth be Told.
what if we knew so much.
We had simple intentions
Because you and I realized a lie would fall short
Simple may mean having little to say
A Lie for love is hardly the same
When we can’t live up
Perfect can’t stay this way
But what if we had been new
Go nervous and panic on the way.
If I was me when we were….,”WE”
Maybe You wouldn’t have made me leave.
“When I say, “It’s complicated” I don’t mean to insult...”
– Me, again.
“The Key to Creativity is to Understand and to Draw/Play/Write/Perform/Whatever...”
– Me? Oh yeah.
Rather comical if you say so myself.
Me: Hey, Myself, Can I tell you something?
Myself: I'll bite, what?
Me: You are awesome!
Myself: REALLY? You wasted valuable thinking space(not to mention tumblr space)....to tell yourself I'm awesome..
Me: Um....something wrong with that?
Myself: For starters we are only eighteen and three quarters years old, You've been sitting around all day, I've been thinking about almost nothing this whole time and our room is still a dump since three weeks ago when we were telling people you were, "thinking about cleaning my room" Is there something I'm missing here?
Me: ..........
Myself: Welll?
Me: Actually there is. You are awesome because you know exactly what the problem is and that makes you thorough. Admitting that you have a problem is the first step to recovery! We are awesome.
Myself: .......
Me: Well?
Myself: (>")>{_] *cheers* [_}
Dear Allergies:
With the coming of Fall the world turns different shades of red and yellow with much cooler weather. The winds begin to grow louder with every chill. By far it is my favorite season. But one little code of DNA makes me doubt the credibility of Fall. Sneezing becomes a frequent interruption of any of my conversations.
*Drip *Drip *Drip
My nose has become my own personal leaky...
Thought for today...
My thought for the day are to post tomorrow! This probably sounds lame but I’ve now got a huge pile of stuff I want to post now. I’ve been waiting a while because I wanted to put a some extra thought into it. Here’s a list
Some sketches I drew (Four to be exact, three doodles and one realist sketch)
Pictures + Photo Editing included = A worthy post
If I can figure out some...
You
No, stop it. Just stop it.
Many a Tumbling Bloggers Use that one little word to strike that tiny pet peeve of mine.
I could very well be talking to You right now. For some reason ever since I was told, long long ago in galaxy far far away, in my English/Literature class that it, for several reasons, was considered shallow writing to refer to the reader as, “You”
Since then the...
“I eat Danger For Breakfast! *without Milk”
– Rhino
Wasting Time
I have been convicted Guilty! I’ve wasted the past three hours reading a science fiction novel.
That’s right. Readers everywhere (currently six to be exact) are baffled anyone could sit and read science fiction for that long. I’m not even finished with the book(still three hundred pages to go).
So the truth is out. I wasted a whole huge chunk of time reading.
I also had a...
Just a Normal conversation
Me: So what do you think we should post on our blog?
Myself: I haven't really put that much thought into it yet, but I'm sure we can just post random stuff/ideas and people won't mind.
Me: Are you sure we can just come up with random stuff on a whim? I mean, shouldn't we at least have some kind of theme to go off of?
Myself: Well....now that you mention it having some kind of theme would be a little helpful...but what?
Me: Um.........let me think...........(extremely long space if time).............nope. I've got nothing... what about you?
Myself: Nope.
If at first you don't suceed...
Step One: Find guitar and microphone. This also includes going to computer, losing my guitar pick, not finding my guitar pick at all….and deciding to play a finger picking song because I still can’t find it. *Sigh*
Step Two: Get on the computer, try to find the recording program…can’t find it.
Step Three: Look for a new recording program, find one, and start recording...
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