oh, happy time

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does not deserve a title

thought this was reeeeeeeeeal funny:

also, i love oatmeal. i like the taste, the gross texture, the nutritional benefits (?)

but alas, i've lost some enthusiasm for the breakfast food. morning, afternoon, and night, whenever i was hungry OATMEAL it was! but that is no longer the case. now it's: oatmeal it is..

imgfave of the day

i want to have the guy on the right's babies. there's no way around saying that. he kills me. fuckin weird awesome name---"jorma"

an extremely dope tumblr

http://scandybars.tumblr.com/

kills me everytime - musical mini "throwback" edition

OMG JOJO LOL WTF

chucked up in the mind

so a few years ago when my father was out of a job, i was a very, all-around irritated human being. his mere presence sent me into a mind-spiral so uncooperative, to describe its inner-workings would freak y'all out. and i'm sure i bitched enough about our mostly one-sided feud that it did freak some of y'all out. and now that he is so far out of my regualar life that it would be disturbing if i compared us to other families (AKA sitcom families), i still find him too irritating to tolerate.

our relationship is not a kind one. i don't know why i used that word. but i used to think we couldn't stand each other (i couldn't stand him) because we had nothing in common. but now i think that being around him enough allows my mind to wander to an unfortunately accurate place in which i am very much like him. we have dozens of similarities, a few from genetics alone. but add in all of his wonder into the development of my behavior and personality and we have the makings of offspring. what the fuck am i trying to write? well, if i'm being honest, he reminds me of myself, and i don't like the aspects of our personality in which he exudes. therefore, i hate him.

so, what got me to this weirdly stressful mind place? i'm home alone, eating cereal, too fidgety to sit down and read the cereal box like a normal person. so i take my bowl and start to pace around the house. suddenly, i find myself at the front door. i'm peering out the window, eating my cereal, wondering where all the neighborhood kids are. i had just heard them screaming bloody murder a second ago, and now there's no one to be found.

that's when it hit me.

when my dad was unemployed, he became so bored, that his grown-man figure started to behave oddly childish, and this pissed the hell out of me. he would became heavily involved in television shows (sound familiar?), he would ask retarded questions, pace, and hover, and do all kinds of shit that i found annoying. but one of the worst things he did was stare outside. he was so bored, he would just stare out our windows and watch. watch what? well, the grass move in the wind. watch the kids ride by on bikes. and of course, watch molly and i walk to the bus stop. this was absolutely awful for me. i hate being supervised, and yes, that's not what he was doing, he was just bored, but I HATED IT. when i caught him doing it, my mind went to a fucked up place where he looked like a child molester on the prowl. or that he was an overprotective asshole of a dad, watching my every move to make sure i didn't punch my sister or something (god forbid). but he was just bored. and after all this shit was thown at him in my brain, i stood there and did the exact same thing.


and then i blogged about it.

shit

KILLER GIFS YO

to be completely honest...

right now there is a song blasting from my iPod dock. i rarely put my iPod in its dock to listen to music, preferring the earphone-blast to satsify my musical needs. but tonight, as i sit alone in my soul-barren house, the song that decided to motherfucking play is "running up that hill (2007 remastered edition)" by placebo.

in the year 2007, when i was the fragile age of 13, a movie came out called the invisible. if any of you have ever doubted the true effect movies have on me, this would be a prime example to call you out on. i don't know if this makes sense, because i'm on 2 melatonin (a dosage the bottle specifically warns you not to take) but my body has adapted to it and it has little effect on me. yep, i fucked my own self in the face by abusing melatonin and now i don't know which way is up. to continue, the movie the invisible fucked with my mind in ways that very few people (i have found) experience. i became depressed and wore dark clothing and thought about it constantly. i know that doesn't sound like the constituents of depression, but in 7th grade i felt like i was in a dark place for a while, and i contribute the beginning of it to this movie. 

anyway, this movie had a trailer, which of course i saw a trilion times due to my forever lasting tv addiction. the trailer, which depicts a boy being beaten to death and left in a gutter only to have his soul haunt his killer til his killer thus kills herself, has a song in the background. this song is "running up that hill (2007 remastered edition)". whenever i hear this song, i feel chills up and down my spine, to this goddamn day. of course, a few years ago i found this song on iTunes and felt the absolutely ridiculous need to put it on my iPod only so it could remind me at randomly shitty moments of that horrible movie and the uncanny consequences i was settled with after seeing it a single fucking time.  

its a beautiful and awesome song. i love listening to it, but i also fucking hate it. 

sidebar: the conflicted murderer in the invisible also plays Lisa P. in adventureland, another movie that haunted me. what the fuck. 

who would you choose re-blog

see this link first

4i have no ideaaaaa. if i were to sit with the people on christina's list i'd feel so intimidated i would probably not utter a word the whole time.

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well .... i have nothing. here was my thought process:

jesus christ...ahaha that's what everyone does...hilarious, what if i wrote that.... would that be funny? no shut up, this is supposed to be serious. ummm jane gay...wait what?!!? my old piano teacher who i fucking hated?! why did that pop into my head?? cuz she actually had an impact on me??? HA. no dumbass, it's cuz of the swaggarific post you just read about tina's piano teacher you fucking idiot. move onnnn who would you not shakeshakeshake around.....that rules out a lot....ummmm think celebrity celebrity celebrity you fucking love celebs you crazy bitch. aww man what if i invited that fake gay guy from those youtube videos?!?! "bitchhhuh" lol that's great i should watch those again...hilary clinton hilary clinton man you love her don't you..but man that'd be boring. or would it. or is too cliche? probably not...maybe...BILL clinton..maybe i could suck him dry under the table...sick man what the fuck is wrong with you just cuz he likes a lil fellatio doesn't mean you'll have to blow him jesus christ you sicko....why am i still on the clintons...obama!!! noooo what the hell would i have to say to him....nelson mandela...shit you racist that's just another black president you dumbfuck.....wow am i racist?? no move on move on move the fuck onnnnnn passion do you have a passion is there a big representative of that passion...no no no no no no television you like television univision univision maybe maite perroni holy shit no don't think about school you dumbass ummmmmmmmm maybe people i already know...or wait is that selfish...not selfish i mean dumb...i mean consider the circumstances you dumbbuttttttttttttt.......maybe gandhi.


okay. so yeah, i don't know who i'd invite.

ace ventura = bestest

...aww man lil 10 year old meghan repeating that over and over and over and over...how strange. :(