Talking about energy transformation in Science.
Mr. Bostic: (giving examples) So what happens after you eat?
Me: You gain weight.
Mr. Bostic: ........
You know what I hate?
I hate it when something has to be ruined when it’s at the perfect state. Sigh, I’m sick. Sore throat, congested nose, headache, all of that shit. I just pray that I’ll be healthy as an apple by Wednesday due to the week’s plans. Water balloon fights, water games, Award’s Ceremony, Dance, kickbacks, family time, etc. I hate being sick, so much. What did I do to...
Anonymous asked: Uh, I was just wondering but where did you get your dress?
I really do hate it when I feel like I’m the only one giving a fuck. With most of my friends, I feel as if I’m the only one caring. Caring about the memories, all the good times, and what’s going to happen in the future. I hate this feeling of trying to make things work and trying to re-communicate. &While on the other hand, the person isn’t even noticing my presence....
On May 18th, he talked to me.
He said, “What? Pizza?”.
-In Japanese. Sensei showing the class a baby picture-
Sensei: Don't you 'aww' me! I look ugly in this picture!
Facebook fights ftw.
I need some color in my life. Lately, it’s been so dull. All I see are shades of grays. Sigh. When will I see the rainbow again? The spontaneous exciting rainbow? I’m tired of this predictable rainstorm.
You two do not know how much you made the whole male race look like the most ignorant douchebags. How the fuck do you expect me to pay for YOUR shit? I never said I’d pay for your food. Plus, I gave you a dollar and fifty cents to buy yo’self a damn drank. Wasn’t that enough? I don’t fucking think so. Don’t ever dare to lay your shit on the damn counter while...
The intake of single life is starting to get to...
Let’s get real here. I’m not desperate or continually asking for a significant other, I just get sad about the fact that I don’t have a special someone sometimes. I know, this isn’t necessarily making sense, but sometimes, I just want someone to talk to late at night before going to bed, gradually having deep conversations about how each other’s days went. Sometimes,...
When you forget everything that ever made you hate that person. You remember the memories you shared, the bond you used to have, and the things you went through with each other. In a slight second, I forgot every little thing that ever made me hate them, and for just a moment, I missed them. Then I’m back to remembering why they disgust me. :3
You’re so fucking fake. Faker than a plastic Barbie doll, and faker than a diamond at Wal-Mart. Your obnoxious giggles to jokes you can’t even fucking comprehend makes me want to shoot you with a bow and arrow. Your hypocritical moments with your bff who you once hated makes me wanna puke on your pickle shaped head. You’re the fucking Regina George in my life. I truly dislike...
Ain’t she a cutie pie?:3
Time to burn old memories and pictures. It’s time.
Changed my URL one more time due to personal reasons.
What happened to freely expressing thoughts and opinions on Tumblr? I guess we can’t really do that for a while, because our blogs are like entertainment for you guys. What really scares me, is how you guys even found our tumblrs to begin with.