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Thu, 02 May 2013 08:58:03 -0400

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

Because it’s Dean.

Psych

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 23:59:42 -0500

Psych

"After some long … hard … thoughts … I’ve decided it’s time for me to let go of my mistress ‘American..."

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 18:56:18 -0400

“After some long … hard … thoughts … I’ve decided it’s time for me to let go of my mistress ‘American Idol’ before she boils my rabbit,” Tyler said in a statement. “I strayed from my first love, Aerosmith, and I’m back — but instead of begging on my hands and knees, I’ve got two fists in the air and I’m kicking the door open with my band. The next few years are going to be dedicated to kicking some serious ass — the ultimate in auditory takeover … On Nov. 6, we are unleashing our new album, Music from Another Dimension on the Earth, Moon, Mars, and way beyond the stars … “Idol” was over-the-top fun, and I loved every minute of it … Now it’s time to bring Rock Back. ERMAHGERD.”

- Hahahaha! YES!! ERMAHGERD!!

Steven Tyler on Leaving ‘American Idol’ | HuffPost TV

Wait is that a Gersberms reference at the end?!

(via popculturebrain)

:D...

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 21:59:34 -0400

:D Castiel.

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

ohmysupernatural:

“Spain is not gonna exist anymore - RisingCon Barcelona”

Filling out applications is equivalent to dying a painful death

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 21:58:03 -0400

This is how I feel:

In other news, I was just (loudly) listening to Pretty Woman, the song, whilst people in the next room were trying to pray.

So, I’m pretty much nailing it today.

Life update

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 18:09:46 -0400

I’m moving to Champaigne, Illinios.

I have tonsil rocks.

I am poor.

What now?

Sat, 16 Jun 2012 22:43:13 -0400

Panic. Terror. Anger.

My mother just informed me she wouldn’t cosign on a loan for me.

I get it - at a logical level. It makes sense. She avoids all responsibility this way. Smart.

But, then…what do I do?

My goal this year has been to “be inspired”. I’m not sure how to turn this into inspiration. I just don’t know what to do.

Any loan that I’ll be able to get without a cosigner won’t even scratch the surface of my loans.

In short, I’m screwed.

But, on Monday I WILL call Financial Aid.

I WILL continue on the journey towards the future I want for myself.

And, I WON’T be stuck here in this dead end town forever.

I. Will. Not.

Booyah.

chuckles sheepishly

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 00:30:58 -0400

*chuckles sheepishly*

Angsty Angst Apologies

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 13:34:35 -0400

So, sorry about last night… It was actually this morning. I was at work, I was tired, I was upset. But that was no reason to take it out on you, tumblr. I apologize. Let’s be friends again, okay?

In other news, I’m jonesin’ for some fries. Hm.

Being an adult...

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 05:20:55 -0400

Sucks. That’s pretty much the sum of things. I suppose if I was an adult out of college with a well paying job that I loved, I would view life differently.

HOWEVER.

I AM in college.

I have a mediocre paying job that I don’t particularly like.

….

I am soooo pooooooor!!! *whiiiiiiiine*

And that’s pretty much all I came here for.

Catch ya later!

I'm so sorry!!/philosophizing

Thu, 24 May 2012 00:03:10 -0400

Hello tumblr…..

I feel rather sheepish. I know it’s been a long time since we chatted. My life got hectic and internet was scarce. But that was no reason to abandon you. It’s nice to have you as my blog. To be honest ( and, really, if you can’t be honest on your blog, where can you be?), I like puking out my thoughts onto the interwebs. Not many read my wordvomit, but that’s really okay. I think. I mean, most people want to be heard. Believe they have something unique to tell the world. I’m pretty sure I don’t. Most likely everything I say has been said a thousand times over. And, do I want to be heard? Probably. I do love the sound of my own voice. But this place isn’t really about me being heard or saying something profound. I want this place to be about me becoming….well…just becoming. I have no idea what I’ll turn out to be. Hopefully, it’s better and more evolved that what I exist as now, but that’s really up to the blossoming me. I don’t want to put limits or conditions on who I will someday be. The only statute I place on this self development is that I want to wake up someday and think, “….hey…. All of “that”was totally worth it.”

So. No, this is about the people reading, or NOT reading, my seemingly inconsequential words. This is all about me becoming. And, I know that sounds selfish, and it really is. But, that’s okay for now.

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 21:17:33 -0400

Human memory? My grandpa running over my kiddie pool.

Non human memory? Running free in the forest of Fangorn.

Things I learn from Criminal Minds #1

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 21:12:00 -0400

Caling out, “Is anyone out there?” NEVER turns out well. NEVER. EVER.

This one got me. A lot. thedailymeme: BERKS

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 21:05:34 -0400

This one got me. A lot.

thedailymeme:

BERKS

Ahem...

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 21:07:00 -0400

I will be free from my house in less than five months.

Praise Sweet Baby Jesus.

Amen.

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 20:56:35 -0400

Amen.

Ha…Ha… That has NEVER happened to me….. Or...

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 20:56:06 -0400

Ha…Ha… That has NEVER happened to me….. Or waking up the next day and feeling stupid for crying your eyes out….nope. NEVER.

Photo

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 20:47:53 -0400

Pondering/Pandering

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 14:07:00 -0400

So, the other night I was laying in my bed, gazing at my Disney princesses poster, thinking to myself, “Where has my life gone wrong?” Because somewhere along the line, I tried to turn innocent fiction into obsessive non-fiction. For instance, I am not:

A. A princess

B. Unhumanly gorgeous

C. Able to break out in songs that make lyrical or musical sense on the spot

D. A mermaid

Or, E. Asian

And, I can’t change these things. No matter how many times I attempt to stay underwater for hours and swim with my legs pressed together, the result will stay the same: I will pass out and it will not be attractive.

Despite the unspoken promises that were made in my youth from Disney, I will never, ever be Belle. I will always stand over 5’ 8” (until osteoprosis hits). I will never be a size 2. And, most importantly, I can never even attempt to be Asian!!!!

When you see all this you may feel bad for me, and I’m okay with that, because it does kinda suck.

But after I went down that depression spiral, I heard a noise. I disregarded it and kept feeling sorry for myself.

But then I heard it again and I obviously, and logically, thought that there was a serial killer in my basement that was going to cut off my limbs. But it was much, much worse than that.

A MOUSE WAS RUNNING AROUND IN MY ROOM, POOPING AND PEEING, AND EATING MY MILK CHOCOLATE CHIPS THAT ARE RESERVED FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS!!!!!

It. Was. Terrrifying.

So, I screamed and ran upstairs. Mostly because of the shock of the mouse leaping out at me. It was actually cute. But, just because it was cute did not mean I wanted it crawling around on me during the night.

As I was lying on the couch, thinking about humane mouse traps, I thought, “Disney didn’t prepare me for this.” The DP’s are awesome, but they don’t really do anything practical. (Okay, Ariel combing her hair with a fork could be practical in some situations.)

Let’s just face it: I am going to have to save my own day.

…

And that’s pretty much it. This didn’t have any real point or value to it. I apologize if you read this far.

If you don't reblog this, you're heartless.

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 20:26:44 -0500

This man was born with glass bones and paper skin.
Every morning he breaks his legs, and every afternoon he breaks his arms.
At night, he lies awake in agony until his heart attacks put him to sleep.