“If you ask one person in Tennesse what political party they are, and they say that they’re republican, can you assume that everyone in Tennessee is a republican? No. Now, it is true, but you can’t prove it until you ask a larger population.”—My Biology teacher on conducting experiments. Said with a completely serious face.
Haha, that reminds me of the movie Valentine's Day. I'm not the kind to throw parties..but would totally go to one if someone invited me!
Well, I’ll be talking to my grandmother about having another one this year, (Because believe it or not my grandma throws epic parties, even without alcohol and various illegal substances. lol) And if we end up having another one this year, you and whoever you want to bring so long as you give me names and such are allowed to come!
“He was not serious when he talked about the end of the world in 2012 but he is an adamant believer that the world is flat, that Stonehenge was built by aliens, and that the sun revolves around the Earth.”—
I really wish this wasn’t anonymous. But, oh well…
I have no earthly idea what I plan to do with my life. I know who I want to be when I grow up. I have a vague idea of what I want do do for a job. But as for what I plan on doing? There’s no telling.
I want to work with animals. I want to make a difference somehow. I want to become a better singer. I want to get married to whoever I damn well please, and I want to be a mother. Those are just things I want to do. But as for what I do with my life, there’s no way I can say. Because I’m going to be doing a lot of things in my life, hopefully.
You know… Every time I log onto facebook, I see people complaining, (i.e. “I hate you. Why do you suck so much?”), complaining in code, (i.e. “*insert random depressing song lyrics here*”), posting this or that that’s a lame copypasta about “If you’re my real friends… *insert various rediculous requirements that typically have nothing to do with real friendship, like how many picture comments you’ve left them…* …Copy Paste as your status!” or “OMG! Pedophiles want you to change your pictures to cArToOnS to snatch up little kids!”
This is why I love tumblr. If people complain, it doesn’t crowd my shit, cause I can always skip over it to look at funny pictures of cats, spongebob, and stupid “artistic” pictures with love/ihateallthispain quotes on them that make me laugh.
following in Miss Sarah "juhlinecusine" Juhlin's footsteps!
Time for creepy/fasinating things:
"Are you looking for your Brian?" asked Mary Bell. Brians sister, Pat, was worried about the missing toddler, who should have been home by now. A small, three-year-old boy with fair hair, Brian Howe usually played close to home. Mary and her best friend, Norma, eagerly offered to help search for him. They led Pat through the neighborhood, looking here and there, all the while knowing exactly where Brian was.
I kind of want to punch people over this new Zodiac bull...
Really guys? I hate to say it to all you astrologists/astronomers, but this has been changing for a while now. Why couldn’t you have been SLOWLY adjusting the zodiac time periods over time? Now, I don’t know what sign I was, since I don’t know what sign I would have been born under, because I’m no damn astro-whatever.
Not to mention, people that are freaking out over their “new signs” need to just chill out. So you “were a Geminii before the change.” Guess what, you can still be a Geminii. It doesn’t really matter. You are you. Sign or no sign. You have your personality traits, and the placement of the sun in whichever constellation is not going to change the person you are today, it’s not going to change how you act. It’s not going to change who you are.
Side note: I just looked up a sun/constellation chart. According to actuall astronomy 20 years ago, when I was born on March 9th, the sun was located in the Aquarius constellation, making me an Aquarius, not a Pisces.
Also: This isn’t directed towards anyone in particular.
I’m really not half as weird as people at school think I am. I may be different, but not in a bad way. I’m weird, but not in a bad way. And when people go out of their way to insult me by calling me weird, I just wish they knew how I really am, not just what they see.
..Although I don’t think I LOOK very weird, either. But APPARENTLY I am, and if only you assholes would give me the light of day to show you, then I would.
But it’s just so much easier to assume about a person, isn’t it?
I know exactly how this feels. Everything just said was me in middle school. When I got to high school, I learned something. If you just stop worrying about what those people think, it wont matter any more. That’s why people always thought I was a bitch. I’m not. I just stopped trying to make people like me, or understand why they didn’t. I’m me. You’re you. My family looks at me on a regular basis and says what I’m doing, what I’ve done, or what I’ve said is “just plain weird” because they don’t understand it. I’ve got news. We’re not weird, we’re ahead of the curve. 20 years from now, what they call weird will be the norm, and we’re going to be able to say, “Hey… I figured that out a long time ago.”
A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked. “Who would like this $20 bill?”
Hands started going up. He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you - but first, let me do this.”
He proceeded to crumple the 20 dollar note up. He then asked. “Who still wants it?” Still the hands were up in the air.
"Well," he replied, "what if I do this?" He dropped it on theground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?"
Still the hands went into the air.
"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. Nomatter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless; but no matter what happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.
Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are stillpriceless to those who love you. The worth of our lives comes, not in what we do or who we know, but by …WHO WE ARE.