I want to do something for his birthday.
Which is a couple weeks after mine. But he’s not a big birthday guy. He didn’t want to do anything last year, but maybe I can coax him into a movie or Skypeing or something. I shall surely try. I’m boring when I have writer’s block.
Name a poetry slam! →
So my friend Izzy and some of his friends are holding a poetry slam in September and need a catchy name for it. Help him out by sending some suggestions to his ask, because lord knows I can’t think of a good title to save my life.
Maybe one of these days I'll think of something to...
I had a dream about Stephen Fry.
I sneaked off to Sweden and then someone found me and came to take me away and I refused to leave until I saw Stephen Fry. I was hysterical. And then he found me and we had a nice chat and I happily left Sweden, warmed with the knowledge Stephen Fry had smiled at me. Yup.
Law and Order: UK trumps the U.S. Law and Order
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Porcelain
So I just tried on my swimsuit to make sure it still fits since I haven’t worn it in two years. Y’all, this thing looks so cute on me. It’s navy with polka dots and looks like a scandalously short 50’s style dress. Love it.
Well, I guess that's all the conversation I'm...
I wish he would say goodbye… It was fun while it lasted.
literate-mindling asked: Hey :) I just started following your blog and I think I love it more than John Hughes (okay, maybe a little less than that because Breakfast Club was brillant). I was wondering when you started writing and what made you begin?
lifeisacontra-deactivated201110 asked: Hello, I've been following you for some time on here and I really like your writings. Who are some of your favorite authors?
You should ask me things. →
keenonblogs: Be Thou My Vision // Pedro The...
It's a miracle I'm alive.
Because I drove in the rain today. I’ve driven a grand total of five hours and today I drove in fucking GUSHING rain just pouring down from the sky. On the highway. In traffic. Around huge trucks spraying more water in my face. With lightning crashing over my head. Couldn’t see the road or the lanes or the cars around me. Couldn’t see a God. Damn. Thing. And I survived. I am...
So it's a week until my birthday.
What are you guys getting me for presents?
How many times can you go around the sun? Twenty? Fifty? How many revolutions will you survive, how many days, how many hours? How many times can you swing around a star just to do it all over again?
This was very entertaining for some reason.
He messaged me...
Excuse me while I float on a cloud of happiness for the rest of the day. =)
Going out of state for college seems cheaper...
Because Georgia, or maybe just the unis I’m looking at, have some shit financial plans compared to other states where I qualify to pay very, very, very little. Things to think about…
32 ON MY ACT!
KATHERINE IS VERY PLEASED! Funny, my essay score on this was a 7 (on a scale of 2-12). Exact same as the SAT. Seems I’m not very good with essays like this. Makes me a little nervous about all my AP essays, though we did have more practice and time on those.
Going to be hard to try and not talk to him...
Is this a stupid plan? Is it mean? I don’t know. Warn me if it is.
The Frenemy.: When You're Alone →
thefrenemy: I want you to sit by yourself in your room. This is the moment you are wallowing, this is the moment you want to listen to sappy music and curl yourself up in a ball and feel all lonely. There are moments when you feel self-pitying, there are moments when you wonder how you are so young and so…
The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.– Ayn Rand (via music-can-free-her)
findingsomewhere: I write about other people, people I make up inside my head. I’m useless material. Besides, what’s wrong with a little pretending? We fictionalize everyone around us, create them in our heads and see them as such, even when our eyeballs think otherwise.
Good morning! Welcome to another day of higher...
When I got to high school, I thought my life would be like a John Hughes movie. I was wrong. Oh well. I wouldn’t mind a Duckie though… if it’s not too much to ask.
daddahrednaxela replied to your post: She dreamt too big and fell too hard. Hit the… DOPE. Except I could probably do without Dickens, but that’s a personal thing, ain’t it? Well I changed it just for you. lol It’s hard to think of famous authors when you’re really trying…
She dreamt too big and fell too hard. Hit the ground and shattered into a million pieces. Didn’t know how to pick herself up. She was going to be a great author one day. Up there with Foer and Vonnegut, Faulkner and Palahniuk. My mother, the writer. She would build us a house out of poetry and tuck us into a bed of words. Her sentences would keep us warm at night, put clothes on our backs...
(via Graham Norton Uncut With David Tennant Part 3 Of 4.mpeg) Oh God. Oh God I am DYING! I laughed so hard I cried. Oh holy bejeezus you have to watch this for all that is good and right in this world, you have to watch this.
Some of these colleges require subject tests...
Whaaaaat? What is this shit? What kind of subject tests? Do you want me to take a subject test for every fucking subject listed that I’ve ever taken? How can you say “SAT subject tests” without listing which ones you want? The basics: Lit, Math, and History? Or should I throw a Physics test in there too? What the fuck. By the way, do you know how much this shit costs? No. I...
I think I might try not initiating conversation...
I wonder how long he would go without speaking to me if I didn’t speak to him first. Not like he responds much anyway. In the past five days he has sent me a grand total of seven messages (in response to me). He might reply to me once, twice if I’m lucky, and then he’ll just leave. No goodbye or explanation. I just don’t hear from him. This used to happen a long time ago...
Demons run when a good man goes to war Night will fall and drown the sun When...– Doctor Who (via eloquentroll)
Heart my contest entry and cross your fingers for me please! I’m not sure if you have to have an account to heart stories. I hope not, but if you do, that’s a bummer. Don’t worry about it.
Whining, Griping, and Selfish Wants
I want to be treated like I matter. I want us to be able to flirt and laugh and joke and then have serious discussions. I want to learn your secrets and be able to share mine and I want to be able to go to bed with butterflies in my stomach and my head swirling with thoughts of you. I want to be able to think about you and smile. I want to know that we can be ourselves without ending up in fights...
Just in case you didn't know, it's hard to take a...
My SAT essay was shit.
This irks me as I am now reminded that colleges actually read it. Fuck.
BBC has made it's mark on me.
I have such an urge to say things like “telly” or “lift” instead of “television” and “elevator”. Plus, I want to spell everything with an extra “u”. I don’t know why. It just wants to come out. On the bright side, if you’d like to call it that, I think I can do a very convincing English accent. Chalk that up to watching all...
I'm a dumbass.
Me: Hmm, I wonder if my toe has healed yet.
Dumbass that has taken over my body: -moves toe-
Me: OWWWWWW! NOPE. NOPE IT MOST DEFINITELY IS STILL BROKEN!
There are women in my closet, hanging on the hangers. a different woman for each...– Marya Hornbacher (via thechocolatebrigade)