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Stealing stuff for phunStolen stuff from eulpie
Will mark with a X what's true lel
I am a cuddler. X
I am a morning person.
I am an only child.
I am currently in my pajamas. X
I am currently pregnant.
I am left handed.
I am a little shy around the opposite gender at first. X
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times. X
I enjoy country music. X
I enjoy smoothies. X
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have/had a hard time paying attention at school. X
I have a hidden talent.
I have a pet/pets. X
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl. X
I have all my grandparents. X
I have been to another country.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor. X
I have or had broken a bone.
I have caller I.D. on my phone.
I have bathed someone.
I have changed a diaper.
I have changed a lot over the past year. X
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour.
I have had major/minor surgery. -will have-
I have killed another person.
I have had my hair cut within the last we
EmptyI've always wished to be the perfect person for you, but this perfection seems to fade away when you're gone.
I can't express my feelings but I guess it's ok?
Not everyone can do that.
I'm normal, you say, I'm normal, I repeat.
As a parrot, I keep repeating.
Like a dumb.
Do I really choose this path?
Do I really want to end like that?
Do I really want to keep hurting myself with thoughts that go far away my knowledge?
It seems there aren't replies to that.
And what remains me?
An empty heart.
Empty emotions, useless garbage.
Like a wretched egg.
My heart will keep bleeding.
Pathetic human beingThat feeling when you finally realize, after an entire night of remorse, that you can't care less if one of the people you're falling for (in a figurate way), first treats you as shit and then doesn't even care about making you have felt like that.
Fake journal, yeh another oneFake journal.
Why? Cause that contest thing must stay up
Just to tell you... my mouse is fucked up
Some thoughts on Valentine's daySo uhm that day of the year is near again.
Talking about Valentine's day.
To me is just the shitties and useless day possible.
1. Your partner does love you everyday, not just one day at year, correct?
2. It's just a day dedicated to the unbridled consumerism, cause everyone buys stupid heart shaped stuff who can't be useful most of the times, if not for chocolate;
3. People start even more drama cause they're not paired, not loved and shit like this.
Just think that there are mother's day and father's day and some people can't even do it cause they don't have a mother or a father.
See how much pathetic is the thing?
Calling 14th of February an "important day" is just something selfish, at this point;
4. Monuments gets dirty cause idiot kids write their names, hoping that their relationship will last forever. Yeh, it will last forever until some AWESOME person goes and cleans it.
So these are my thoughts on this about this pointless day of festivities and consumeri
OCs interview: Andromedas!1. What is your real name?
Andromedas, I know it's too long.
2. What is your surname?
Desios, I'd prefer something nicer tho.
3. What are your three most popular nicknames?
Uhmmm Andre, Medas, Andros or pinkie, but I'd prefer the first three, please.
4. What is your favorite color?
I guess red.
5. What is your favorite animal?
6. What type of animal/race of human/mythical species are you?
Well I used to be a common human till some time ago...
I'm a Shadow Assassin now, maybe you should be aware.
7. What is your favorite song?
Underwater - Mika
8. What is your favorite band?
Ehmmm... I don't have one at the moment.
9. What is your favorite TV station?
Who has time to watch the TV?
10. What is your favorite pastime?
11. What do you want to be when you grow up?
I'm mature enough to know what am I.
12. What did you want to be when you grew up when you were 4-7 years old?
A jet pilot, instead I became a waiter.
Such a great difference, uh?
13. Time to get more wacko and persona
Meme thingy xDFake journal fake as some people OwO
No, I'm not feeling any good but this thing made me rofl.
Stolen from SirLaeru (sorry but username will be on the artist's comment)
What is your username: SociopathicFrog
Spell it backwards: (( Oh shiet...)) gorFcihtapoicoS
Spell it with your elbow: SOOLCI9P0'AGTKICV GGFVROLGH (( Oh my hell D: ))
Spell it with your eyes shut: SociopathicFrog (( Damn straight!
FallowWhen I was a little girl, we lived in a house with a nectarine tree. My father tended to it faithfully, watering it and pruning away the dead wood and the branches that would grow too heavy with time, sealing the trimmed edges with care. Each spring, it bore a can-can line of frilly, fragrant petticoat blossoms, cast away wantonly beneath the carnal attentions of buzzing cyprian bees. Each summer, it groaned beneath the weight of fruit, ripening in heavy round golden bellies, basking in the honeyed California sunlight, serene and assured in its fecundity. For a glorious few weeks, we would eat nectarines all day long, in as many creative applications as we could think of, canning the excess for a taste of summer in the fallow months to come.
One spring, the tree dropped every one of its leaves, instead flowering in a veritable nova of blooms… somehow, it sensed the end of its long, slow life, and in one last tremendous effort, it sank all of its energies into posterity, producing
Everyone was a bully somehowWe've probably all bullied someone at some point, no matter how much we deny it. Whether directly through angry, thoughtless comments, or indirectly by standing aside and saying nothing, we've all been a part of this horrible practice. We didn't mean for it to hurt, but it did.
Sure, everyone hates that annoying kid who constantly yells "I'm single!" whenever someone's talking about relationship problems, but that doesn't mean you have to pick on him.
Sure, everyone judges that girl for her lengthy dating history and skimpy clothing, but that doesn't mean you should call her a slut.
Sure, that somehow-popular guy bullies everyone, but that doesn't mean you have to be mean to him in return.
Sure, that girl isn't as athletic as the rest of the team, but that doesn't mean you should refuse to acknowledge her very existence for years on end.
So what do you do?
Be that one person who apologizes for bullying the poor kid. Tell people that enough is enough. Listen to him (although maybe you'r
popsicleSummer forever frozen
An orange popsicle
Sold from an icebox
dry and vaporous
atop a tricycle
Four tingling bells
rung by the little man pedaling at the back
announcing the coming
Framed in trees
always green in the light of the sun
Lancelot Price 2014 August 26
No crappy songs on a loudspeaker loop
just the sweet sweet cold refreshment
I will always live there.
Camp McCall Memories: Battle of the Bear
I was asked once again to share a story of Camp McCall and my adventures there as a staffer with you guys. Oh trust me…I have a lot to share! But the tricky part is just thinking of which ones to talk about that would be entertaining and that I could easily explain. But the more I think about it…there is one story in particular that always jumps out at me. As I look back on it now, it was very funny…but at the time, there was nothing funny about this. In fact, I was quite scared. I can sum up what happened in just one sentence…one solitary grouping of words:
“Did you know I fought a bear?”
Now before you all start calling me a liar and saying it’s a lot of bull that I fought a bear, I want to make two things clear. First is that black bears are very common in the mountains of South Carolina, and we actually have rules at camp that keep kids from taking snacks into their cabins because it attracts them. Second of all, black bears are not
Kill the MessengerEveryone sees violence in me as a strange thing. Mother thinks I need to see a psychiatrist. Most likely the cause of this anger also thinks I need to see one but I think the only thing I need to see right now is either a) a dead twin or b) myself in a far away town away from family. Maybe that's extreme (does it sound extreme to you?) but I can't see how a psychiatrist can help with anything and really those are the only options that work.
Imagine this: you've lived say seventeen years plus a few weeks, but I'm rounding so seventeen years it is, and one of the main things you can remember is a twin brother that just can't seem to leave you alone. Frankly you just can't really get a break from him since you live with him. You're sick and tired of his shit and honestly you hate the asshole. No one else seems to notice what a dick he is except for one friend (maybe two but you're not sure) but even she doesn't have the whole picture. It's hard to explain when he keeps putting up a front
Funny Antics: Children: Part 1I'm in the process of changing to a new job, but, like with most jobs, you do collect those few little laughs. And with children these moments are always dancing around waiting to be caught and savoured. So, whilst this is not a formal piece of writing, there are a few little examples of what I've collected over some time.
1. Child: When I first started I was worried you would be the mean one.
Me: Me?! What made you think that?
Child: Because you were the room leader, and you never did your hair.. it was always in ponytails.
Me: And now?
Child: Well you're my favourite, I soon got to know you
(Really I should have stopped here)
Me: But.. but.. I STILL wear the pony tails.
Child: Oh yeah, I know, don't get me wrong, your hair still like, seriously needs a doctor or something! You honestly can't spend your life just in pony tails! Who even still wears them these days? It's sooooo uncool.
Well. That Tells Me. AND WHAT'S WRONG WITH PONYTAILS!?!?!? D: It was like getting a lecture off my mu
The Toilet Incident: A True StoryThe Toilet Incident
The day had not been particularly full or productive. I had risen early, or earlier than I would have liked, and I set about making breakfast. Coffee, bacon, eggs. I sat about waiting for the birthday festivities, periodically examining Facebook and my email, before cooking dinner for my good friend. There had been presents and cake, but all of us felt rather underwhelmed. There were no movies or party games, no friends gathered about the house for fun events. It was actually quite dull.
The highlight of my day had been the conversation on Facebook with my good friend on the opposite side of the country, but I felt nature interrupt me. A certain uncomfortable rumble made its presence known in my gut, and I decided prompt and decisive action was needed. I headed in to the bathroom, and raised the toilet lid.
The porcelain throne gazed at me, and next to it the cat’s litterbox. The prospect of a long duration next to that smell was not an enviable one, but I was
proudly walkingSo my story begins a little under two months ago. It was a week day. I was still on medical leave from work. My daughter Sophie stayed home with me that day. We were expecting my Mom to visit us from San Antonio. She was late as always. I was expecting her to come up to Austin for a visit.
She called to tell me, she was on her way. Mom started in on telling me about how my sister was having a hard time with her divorce. (Just imagine a lying, cheating SOB and that’s her husband.) Mom wasn’t given up much information. She then went on to tell me how my ex-step dad, her twice divorced abusive ex husband was offering his support and input for my sister. (Mom has been involved with him since their divorce.It makes no sense to me. She seems to like chaos.) This kind of provoked me. It got me really angry. She was defending him to me. (It was unbelievable, since I’ve asked her many times to not bring him. Why? He was pre
Doubt ch 1She looked at me with a sly smile, as if trying to put the mischief she had in mind into my own head. But was it actually mischief? I've seen that smile before when she wanted to do something against the rules. I looked back at her, not saying a word until the stare dragged out and I didn't know what she wanted from me.
"What?" I asked.
"I have something for you." She replied. "Well, for us." She dug into her bag pulling out a note pad while looking over her shoulder. It was one of those standard notebooks you use for school, with a purple front and a coil along the side to turn the pages easily. She held it out to me, and on the front it had our names side by side.
"Its so we can write letters to each other and look back on what we wrote. I wrote you the first letter." She pushed the notebook into my hands. As I began to open it she placed her hand on top of it, forcing it shut.
"Don't read it while I'm here. Read it later so the teachers don't catch on were passing notes."
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