I may have never met you, and this is crazy, but here's my ask box -
so stop hating, y’all.
Carly Rae Jepson is 26 years old and idgaf, and neither should you.
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Someone gets it.
There are only a handful of people that I still somewhat keep in contact with from Kissimmee, and we catch up and talk about our lives, following up with the updates we’ve gathered from facebook about other people we know from high school.
Almost everyone who didn’t leave for college is married and/or pregnant and/or has babies. It’s been two years.
Apparently this is more normal than not.
TIME TO GET WASTED!!!1!!1!!!11!
(…by wasted I mean eat all this chocolate I just bought from RaceTrac.)
Not gonna lie, coming home to visit was way better when my parents were fat and apathetic about it. They used to go out to eat all the time, and now all there is to eat is nutrisystem muffins and steak-umms they bought for me.
Everyone is hungry and miserable and I don’t get why this is a lifestyle choice that my family has made.
Had a dream I was escaping something or somewhere in this basket hanging down from an airplane when I landed in a sky-zoo (a zoo in the sky.) This guy led me around and we were on one of those pedal boats and I was touching his leg. When we got out we walked around and he kissed me and then I had to ask him to stop because my lips were too dry but to get back to me later. Then we found some free leftover funnel cake in the backstage area and he got it all over his face and it was really cute.
This wasn’t even a real person.
Sky zoos are not real.
Maybe the lesson here is that I should create a sky zoo.
dickpicoftheartist replied to your photo: Why don’t I get messages anymore?
have you ever met up with someone from okc?
Once. Well three times with the same dude. He was actually an alright guy, but I wasn’t into him and then he got all offended and mean. He left it at a facebook message thanking me for introducing him to some c00l tv shows (but he also hoped he didn’t get “a bitter taste in his mouth” now that we—broke up? We were never together. I dunno) and told me if I wanted to try again, let ‘im know.
Then I wrote a paper about it for my non-fic class and regretted it later because I had to edit and make it sound less harsh because I wrote it right after he got really offended and said some outrageous things that were stupid that made me mad.
…………….Woohoo! Dating!
Why don’t I get messages anymore?
Hey Luis,
Stop reading my st00pid tumblr posts and acknowledge the beautiful things I’ve left on your facebook wall/timeline/whatever.
Obviously you don’t have to like those posts. Or even “like” them.
They’re not very nice.
All the same.
xoxo
“I walked into your house this morning
I brought the gun from our end table
Your blood was strewn across the walls
They’ll find you on your bathroom floor when I’m done”
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When is this ever appropriate to post on facebook?
Like if someone didn’t comment that they loved this “song” I would have thought I was fb friends with a weird bragging murderer.
My grandmother asked my mom and I if we had heard of “that book…Fifty Shades of Grey! What’s that about? I mean I don’t know! I’m not gonna buy it!”
My uncle (who I never see but maybe every few years) asked me how school was going and asked if I was still doing theater stuff and what I was studying and all that. I told him I’m involved with Insomnia Theater (a twice a semester 24-hour written, directed, performed set of short plays that are super awesome.) He looked at me and said, “You ever think you want to just stick with theater? You seem to like it a lot.”
And I do.
Toward the end of high school I had a love-hate relationship with drama (and the drama that comes with drama,) along with a love-hate relationship with me being involved in drama (or comedy or things on stage in general.) But, in the Spring semester of my freshman year I got back into it, writing and directing, and finally I started acting on stage again this year which (not surprisingly) I really really loved.
Anyway, the point of all this is I looked up the requirements for the theater minor at Temple and I already have six credits out of the way from classes I took for my major (which is an interdisciplinary program within the School of Communications and Theater.)
I still want to do the LGBT Studies minor, and the writing certificate that I’m working on, and now that I know it’s totally possible to do the major of distinction track within Comm Studies (which requires five, rather than seven classes under a more independent track,) I think the theater minor would be the top of the cake, and make me feel better about my decision to not graduate early.
Might as well get as much in as I can. And these are all things I like! Two years complete; two more to go. It’s become increasingly easier to at least figure out what I’m doing in college. I’ve got that covered, even if I still don’t have the answer to, “Well, what do you want to do?”
I want to graduate. I don’t want to hate the next two years. I don’t want to regret later what I’m doing now.
Right now, I think I’ve got that under control.
So this either means