It’s not like the house is a wreck.
Mom just cleaned the kitchen, there’s a few misplaced things in the dining room and living room, and I have to clean my bathroom. Which takes all of fifteen minutes. Chill out. You’re annoyed about my brother’s house being a horrible mess, so you’re projecting onto our house.
Here’s a thought, how about you pitch in and start cleaning up after yourself? Oh, wait, no. I forgot. That’s not your job.
I want to be on a game show.
I know it’s weird. But I feel like I could win the million. It’d be awesome if it was a game show about music.
I’m not six.
You can’t tell me that “if I was a parent, I’d understand” and expect me to be okay with it. Besides, I’ve spent more than enough time watching YOUR children to know how to handle things.
You have a $2,000 camera and a $1,000 lens. You’re thirty feet from the stage.
And you’re complaining because the CAMERA won’t do what you want? No. You just don’t know how to use the camera. Pick up a manual. Take a class. Stop complaining. You’re an idiot.
I learned something very important about myself today.
When I’m bored, I cook and I bake. Which means that whoever I end up marrying is probably going to end up fat and diabetic. Ah, well. (:
And as a side note, I’m a lot less negative when I’m not at school.
I’m sorry, but Twilight is not a classic love story.
Romeo and Juliet, The Phantom of the Opera, Jayne Eyre. Those are classic love stories. Twilight, while I’m sure it has it’s good points, is not, and probably will never be, a classic.
And you can’t defend or reject any book while using chatspeak and horrible grammar and punctuation. It just makes you look like a completely illiterate idiot.
Sometimes, I want to pour my heart out on here.
And then I remember that people I actually know in real life follow my tumblr. So I don’t…can’t. Won’t. I don’t know.
People need to stop being so obsessed with English royalty.
It’s really, really annoying. You can’t love someone you know nothing about. You can’t love someone based on their fashion choices. You can love their clothes and their hair. But you can’t love a person you’ve never met, know virtually nothing about, and who has no idea that you’re even alive.
Americans have a royal family, they’re just called something else.
Is it horrible of me to feel a little superior because I’m already a sophomore in a high ranking college, and my older golden boy cousin is just a freshman and about to go to a community college? Yes.
Do I care? Absolutely not.
