MY BIGGEST REGRET EVER IS TURNING ON CAPS LOCK. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO TURN IT OFF AND ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARE MAD AT ME BECAUSE THEY THINK I’M YELLING AT THEM. THIS IS LITERALLY RUINING MY LIFE AND TEARING MY FAMILY APART.
See the thing I don’t get is if you want to donate money to relief efforts in Japan, that’s wonderful and you’re a good person. Donate the money you can spare.
But why would you even post a thing saying “I will donate x for every note”? Maybe like two people will reblog it, meaning you only donate a dollar—which still counts, but I’m sure you expected to pay more than that.
The other option—and a likely one since tumblr loves to save the world through the power of reblogging and feeling bad—is that it gets 18, 332 notes and you have to make an apologetic post where you’re all “omg guys i didn’t realize this would get so much attention. i mean obviously i don’t have ten thousand dollars but i’m glad this community is so involved in global issues like this. pray for japan.”
Well what did you expect to happen? Seriously, if you want to donate money, just donate money. There’s no point in making it a contest or even fucking announcing it. Why does it have to be an attention thing?
I mean if anything you would have realized this exact thing happened like two months ago.
Woke up early, sleepy but excited because there was a reach tournament today. Outside I was ankle deep in slush as I walked to school and it turned out my boot has a rip in the toe. It was cold and windy and rainy and just awful.
Then I got to school and the tournament had been cancelled. I was too lazy to walk home and plus I had a math test so I eventually went to class and did absolutely nothing.
Which I guess is what I do every day but it was so much worse because I expected to be answering trivia questions and enjoying time spent not in class. I don’t know just felt sleepy and miserable all day.
Tomorrow is the last day before March Break. But then on break I have to read like three books for school and so I guess it never ends.
It was already raining very strongly when I woke up at ten. Now it’s a quarter to eight and it has not let up once.
Also I am supposed to be reading Dorian Gray (say it with me now, lit studies will be the death of me) but instead I am avoiding company and trying to finish Dead Like Me because I have left it neglected for like a month now.
And then after that I have the first season of Arrested Development to watch. I’ve seen about one and a half episodes and it seems rather great.
It bugs me how my mother is eager to tell me that the university programs or electives I want to take are the wrong decisions but never seems to want to discuss with me what the right decisions would be. ffffffsssssssss
Depression is not a joke. Self-harm is not a joke. Sexuality is not a joke. Rape is not a joke. Suicide is not a joke. Anorexia and bulimia are not jokes, so stop being such an ignorant little asshole and just shut the fuck up.
The thing is I make jokes about depression, suicide, eating disorders, and sexuality.
I mean it’s fine with me.
I kind of go with the philosophy that you can make fun of everything or nothing at all.
You can’t pick and choose.
I know so many people who become very upset at rape jokes but don’t care if someone jokingly says, “I’m going to kill you/him/her!”
Well I mean. People get fucking murdered all the time. Even though no one who was actually a victim of a murder could be around to complain, they have families. There are people who have survived attempted murder.
People say that talking of rape lightly attributes to a “rape culture” where the idea is normalized and therefore more common. We have shows dedicated to showing someone get killed every single week. Everyone is cool with this, apparently.
This is why I agree with Paige. People pick and choose, maybe without realizing it. If you don’t like Hitler abortion jokes, that’s fine. But other people have the right to make them.
So because I turned sixteen last month I got a letter from the government asking me to renew my health card and also would I like to donate my organs pretty please.
I think I creeped out my mother by how eager and excited I was to fill out the form. And there was this part on the form that was like a list of exceptions you could specify because you wanted to keep your eyes or skin or pancreas or something.
Due to lack of skin, his estate has requested a closed-casket service.
Uh, I’m trying to think of something about girls specifically that I find attractive.
I really like girls’ hair. Like, I tend to not really pay attention to a guy’s hairstyle but I love it when girls have really short hair or really long hair or a pretty colour or hair ornaments or something.
well jesse I guess you didn’t have to worry about them doubting your homosexuality with that answer