Me: Can I have some of your water?
J: Sure Lindsey, because I’m your brother and I love you and I care about you.
This is a book.. I can’t ctrl+f key words… I have to actually read the long, long chapter….
“I have a lot of studying to do.”
Translation: “I have a lot of Harry Potter to read.”
There is nothing more intimidating than blank page waiting to be turned into a masterpiece
3 more to go.
I got a lesson in responsibility for Christmas. w00tw00t~
I need to fart.
But I’m in the library and there’s people and I think this might be a loud one. Ummmmmmm…. fUck iT, s3n1or y3ar~~~~
Along with this weird desire to be nice..
I just stood outside, in the cold, holding a load of very heavy books, for 20+ minutes to listen to a very eager lady go on about da good Lord and da great Jesus and da little-known she-God (aka The Holy Mother). I would’ve ignored her, but when she stopped me I thought she was asking for directions. And I’ve always felt bad for these “haveyoumetJesus”-ers. They’re like the people outside Albertson’s asking for donations for the orphans, except annoyingly religious and they’re asking for your soul, not money.
Anyways. Her breath stank. I better be getting some good presents this year.
Some days, all I want to do is put on really dark shades and not talk to anyone.
Maybe I should come with a warning sign.Warning: Approach At Your Own Risk
I’m being a teenager. I’m too busy to be a good person.
Once there was a tiny Asian grandma. She wore baggy grandma pants and a baggy grandma shirt and a white grandma hat. She came to the playground by herself, without a grandson or granddaughter, no tiny person hanging onto her hand as her pass to the playground. I scanned the area, looking for some little Asian boy or girl she had come to claim, but instead, she plopped down on a swing and swung. She swung and swung, by herself, for a good 20 minutes, with other people’s laughing children running by her. When she got her fill of swinging, she went home, by herself.
Grapefruit is disgusting.