June 2013
I have bullshitted my way through almost two decades of life
half of me wants to be a really physically active person but the other half of me is like “nah son” and how can I argue with that
i-wanna-get-in-englands-pants:
the worst fuckin thing is
“oh you sing? are you a good singer? SING SOMETHING FOR ME RIGHT NOW”
“do you draw? you do? DRAW ME”
like no
“you write? MAKE ME A CHARACTER IN YOUR STORY”
“you act? CRY FOR ME RIGHT NOW”
“You speak that language?! Say something in it!”
“you murder? KILL ME RIGHT NOW”
The last one seems more doable
This guy in my art class forgot his paint brush so he just cut off a chunk of his hair and taped it to a pencil.
I feel like he has more commitment to fine art than I do.
How many potatoes does it take to kill an Irish man?
None
DUDE
THATS LOW
just like the population of Ireland during the Great Famine
history nerds are the best.
If you like someone, tell them. Or just stalk them on every social network and cry yourself to sleep every night. It’s whatevs.
when i was at my first high school there was this really religious girl who would tell you off if you swore or said stuff like ‘oh my god’ and then one day she wouldn’t stop correcting the science teacher and he just turned around and went “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST SOPHIE SHUT THE FUCK UP” and she freaked out and started praying and then the next week her parents tried to sue the teacher
my hobbies include completing entire television series and then having an existential crisis afterward.
