Life is like an apple…
…Once you start it, you cant stop until it’s over without being a wasteful bitch.
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Silent City
I want to write a story about a deaf man who lives in a city. He was not born deaf, he lost his hearing at about 12. This idea is not yet fully developed yet, but I really want to pursue it.
Oh, and another note, are people who have a tumblr not supposed to tell people that they got a tumblr? I heard this when I told someone that I wanted to put something on my tumblr. Is it like some big inside joke? Bigger than the vast joke?
Amazon dot com
Oh the joys of online shopping. I bought a pair of black high-top converse, and a $50 Monoprice Proffesional Artists Digital Tablet, just to mess with, and because I had all the monies, ALL OF THEM.
and because it is 10X9 inches BOO YAA
“I wish I could talk in Technicolor.”
— This lady http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5d4wWGK4Ig&feature=player_embedded#at=355 , on laboratory-controlled LSD trip.
Sigh
I just got up from laying on my couch and crying for about 30 minutes.
I realized today, that all I have to do, when my one friend I hang out with is not available, is get on my computer. I have nothing else to do. Nothing. No other friends, no other way of entertaining myself. Is that not just sad?
I also realized something my friend told me yesterday today, that I have been bored. I have been so unstimulated for the longest time, I don’t even remember the last time I was actually entertained for more than a day. I feel hollow, not to be cliche.
I told said friend yesterday that I want to get hit by a car. Not to kill myself, not for the sake of pain, but just to do something. I want to get hit by a car just to have the life experience. It’s not about breaking my bones for the sake of hurting myself, I want to do it because I am so damn bored. That is what she said to me, that I am bored. I need to find some way of entertaining myself that lasts more than a couple hours; I want to be happy, to laugh, to wake up in a good mood about the day. I’m tired of feeling this way all the time, so blah-zé, so tired, so fucking bored. I need to, I have to.
I quite agree with the speaker’s indignation. I think it’s a monstrous thing — the whole progression of everything they’re doing — to feature, or answer, or favor the incompetent, the retarded, the handicapped, including, you know, the kneeling buses and all kinds of impossible expenses. I do not think that the retarded should be ~allowed~ to come ~near~ children. Children cannot deal, and should not have to deal, with the very tragic spectacle of a handicapped human being. When they grow up, they may give it some attention, if they’re interested, but it should never be presented to them in childhood, and certainly not as an example of something ~they~ have to live down to.
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This is the hero of people like Eric Cantor, Ron Paul, Rand Paul, etc. (via fearandwar) TechnicolorLife: I agree with what she is saying, actually. A child should not be forced to deal with the cruelty of the world at a young age. |
I am traveling from 1/3 to 1/10. Please consult the diagram for travel update schedule.
Pchoo.
Well, I certainly hope that 100 pages per day is a joke, because that either means that, A, the content will be crap, or B, I will have thousands upon thousands to catch up on D:
America…
This is a quote from a 4chan thread about why America is so cool.
“In America, you have almost no guarantees. You can fall a lot farther than you can in Europe, but you can climb a lot higher too. There are no tiny cars, there is no widespread use of public transportation, there is no guarantee you won’t suddenly die a violent death. We’re driving around in giant trucks, we’re shooting each other with assault weapons. You could die anytime. You could become poor anytime. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
What can the European or the Chinese man do with his education or his nice job or his fancy education? Can he buy a massive gun and go shoot animals or targets? No. Can he buy a giant Ford F350 and go for a joyride? No. Can he get online and rant and rave about his government sucking? Not in China. Or about how he hates gay people? That will get you charged with a hate crime in Europe. Can he go hiking in a vast, unexplored wilderness like you can still find all across America? Hundreds of miles of undeveloped wilderness? No.
So fuck your high ACT score. Fuck your social services. Fuck your low murder rates. And fuck your job security. Life in America is unprotected. Even if life sucks, we are living with a passion that you cannot know. We may panic about our economy or educational system, but they’ll be just fine. Everything in America is a story. You couldn’t script the drama of the OJ Simpson trial. You couldn’t write a novel with a villain as evil as Jared Lee Loughner, and you couldn’t write in a hero as valiant as the bystanders who wrestled his weapons away. Our politics are completely polar. The conservatives demonize the socialist liberals, and the liberals demonize the fascist conservatives. It’s been that way forever; I’m not concerned. Sure, life is risky here. But life without risk is NOTHING. The man in the highly ordered society is living a neutered existence.”
My Birthday
Its today. I was home alone. I when grocery shopping with my grandma for my party tomorrow, and that was it. My mom was at work, and so was my step dad. Poor me. I feel like this clip.
Partying on New Year’s Eve?
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