Why "The Littlest Thrasher"?

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Cuz I’m the youngest one. :) Well, at least I used to be, until my nephew was born. :shrug:

laraparasol:

• more time, less things to do
• “if I could do all these things while my schedule was an orgy of work, I could do much more with more time”
• wrong
• “if I could handle that much pressure and still be productive, I can be even more productive”
• wrong
• “these things are easier to do than what I used to do so I don’t need to worry about them as much”
• “I can relax”
• “I don’t have to break a sweat”
• wrong
• wrong
• wrong

YES. YES YES YES. 

The more time I have to myself, the less I get done. I need to have structure, a regular schedule that fills up my time. Otherwise I’m playing Pokemon all frigging day long. And if I lived in a vacuum I’d be okay with that. But I don’t live in a vacuum and I have stuff that I should be doing and family members that get mad at me for not doing them.

cuntherine:

i am genuinely paranoid that everyone secretly hates me and thinks i am really annoying and ugly and is pretending to be my friend and it’s all part of some big joke

I wouldn’t say that I’m genuinely paranoid about this, but it crosses my mind much more often than I’d like it to… :(

(Source: illuminators)

Nothing like spending an hour or two catching up with my old friend the Toilet. 

He’s been having a rough time. He says people constantly take the piss out of him, and that he basically lives in filth. 

I don’t think it helped that I spent much of our time together vomiting into him. 

Stay tuned for the snot-filled fun.

it’s AWESOME that my class is in 

Building BBC,

Room 221. 

SHERLOCK, ftw!! :D

greensister—inthelibrary:

ZZ Ward - “Move Like You Stole It” (Kick Kick Snare Acoustic Session) (by KickKickSnareTV)

Thurs Dec 20 2012 6:00pm ish

The general point of the lyrics go out to any of the 3 guys I’m interested in right now (not the part where she says she’s stimulating his penis, cuz I - personally, no judgement on anyone else - won’t be doing that till a good way down the line of the first move being made). To be honest, I’ve been interested in all of them for at least several years (to varying degrees, and off and on, depending on how much time we spent together/talked, and/or if he was dating someone). One since elementary school, one since sophomore year of high school, and the most recent since 2007. But there are things I know will be major points of conflict with each of them, so I’ve always decided against doing anything. But I’m getting tired of waiting, and they’re all good guys, and why shouldn’t I give them a try? But then what if I spoil the friendships? One of them, I have no idea if he’s interested in me romantically at all since he’s not very expressive, so trying something could destroy our long standing, but never emotionally connected friendship. The other two, I think our friendships could possibly withstand an attempt at dating, but you never know.

Part of me wants to do what men seem to often do - date and fool around with multiple people at one time, and potentially eventually commit to only one until things end with that one. But I doubt I’d be able to do that - it just feels wrong to me to date - and especially to be physical with - more than one person at a time. If one of them makes a move and/or I get up the courage to make a move on one of them, I’ll stop subtly encouraging and/or pursuing the others, and I’ll give that one guy my attention and see how things go. If it doesn’t work, hopefully we’ll discover it before things get too serious and it’ll be okay and we can still be friends. 

Well…tonight I’m hanging out with one of them. And the fact that he wanted to take the bus to get to the destination and not go there with me, leaves me feeling already rejected and we haven’t even seen each other yet and won’t for another hour. Le sigh…this one is so hard to read, I never know what he’s thinking or what his opinions are. It’s extremely frustrating [this is his major point of conflict: lack of (what I consider sufficient) communication]. 

Well, I gotta get ready. I wish there was a way to make this so that only my close friends can see it, but I dunno how to do that, so I’ll risk posting it here. None of them give a rat’s ass about Tumblr, so they won’t be reading this. But I am hesitant to post something so personal and specific (although, unless you know me, this probably adequately vague).  

Anyway. Gotta go. Gotta get ready for what could be considered my “date”, but it’s more accurate to call it a “I had sort of hoped he would take it as me asking him on a date (yes, I asked him), but it doesn’t seem like he has since he opted to take the bus alone…so I guess we’re just gonna watch the show and that’s it, so it’s really not a date, just friends hanging out, but I had hoped he might take it as me asking him on a date”. Or some other weird circular logic thing that my brain keeps doing. Le sigh…

(Sorry, that last paragraph makes no sense whatsoever. If I weren’t running late, I’d fix it, but I really do need to get ready.)

Fri Dec 21st update:

As expected: absolutely nothing happened. I’m 98% sure he is is not at all interested in me romantically, as evidenced by his moving his leg away if our legs touched, etc. It’s disappointing, and a bit frustrating, but that’s okay. He has every right to not be interested in me. I still care about him, and want to be friends with him. :) Hopefully something will happen with one of the other two guys, but I’m not holding my breath for anything to happen with either of them. :shrug:

queenofattolia:

#probably what i love even more than leslie’s loud adoration of ann is the squirmily happy face ann always makes in response

This is how I used to be with my long time best friend. Everything she did was flawless, and I complemented and encouraged her no matter what, always drawing attention to how fabulous she was and how much I loved her. 

Then something happened and I needed to break away from her… I don’t really wanna get into it though. 

The point of me bringing this up, is just to say, that this reminded me of my friendship with her.

(Source: setfiretotherain-)

Sadly, I am unable to watch it broadcast live, but I will hopefully get to watch it tomorrow night or Monday afternoon.

Until then, I must TumblrSavior all things Doctor Who. It makes me very sad to do so, but it must be done. 

On an unrelated note, please send me positive-ness. Tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of the end of my first serious relationship, and I’m already getting a bit down. I’m gonna be fine, but being sent some love would be really encouraging. :{

(Written on Sat, Aug 11)

Hello my dear followers! 

I have returned from the family trip, thankfully in one piece. Yay! 

It was insanely hot but THANK ALL THAT IS HOLY there is AC in the house. YAY!

Here’s some of the stuff that happened:

On the trip up to the ranch, on a whim, my sister bought a paperback copy of the first book in The Hunger Games trilogy. She read the whole thing in like a day, she loved it so much! She wanted to get the rest of the books immediately, but it’s a long drive back into town, so we waited until more was needed/wanted. A day or two later we took the 1.5 hour drive back into town to buy some stuff, including the rest of the trilogy. She bought the hardback set from Costco. When we got back to the house that night, she started reading the second book right away. Her enthusiasm drove me to ask to read the paperback of the first book. The first 50 pages or so, I was rather ambivalent about it, I wasn’t hooked, but it definitely wasn’t bad or anything. But somewhere in chapter 5 I think, I suddenly realized that I did not at all like the idea of putting the book down. I’m a slower reader than my sister, so I’m only more than half through the the first book, but I’m loving it. Bits of the story found their way into my dreams and day dreams. And I’m loving it! Yay!

But I also spent time reading The Silmarillion, which I have been trying to get through off and on for over an year. I am now on Chapter 1! That probably sounds silly to those who haven’t opened The Silmarillion, but there are a bit less than 50 pages of the preface + Ainulindalë and Valaquenta, which are creation stories (and I’ve read them probably 3 times by now with all my attempts to read the book). Though written with beautiful language, the text is very dense and there are so many names…anyway, it’s taken me a long time to get through them. But I’ve made significant headway, and the story seems to be picking up. Yay!

My Dad drove me around the property. Super bumpy roads, as always. Very dusty, as always. All of the ponds are really low, if not dried up except for mud at the bottom. Saw some eagles, and lots of rabbits and ground squirrels. And somewhere along the drive the right front tire went flat. Probably went over a rock too fast or something. We didn’t notice it for a long time because the dirt roads are so bumpy and rough anyway. We were stranded in the scorching sun, like 98° heat, for probably 40 minutes. My Dad, even with his really bad back, worked so hard to get out the spare tire and use the car jack, only to find that the jack didn’t get the car high enough to change the tire. Thankfully we had our walkie-talkies, and were close enough to the house to talk to Mom. She called our nearest neighbor, Burt, and he came to rescue us. He’s a wonderful man, in his late 70s, but able to crawl under a car and jack it up, and change the tire with Dad helping. He’s been helping take care of the roads on our property since my Great Uncle Bill died in 2006. Well, he’s been helping take care of the roads and the property in general for decades, and Uncle Bill would help him. They were good friends. I miss Uncle Bill….

As usual, we brought WAY TO MUCH STUFF. Too much in the way of clothes, cleaning and medical supplies, but most of all, food. We always bring way too much fucking food. And a bunch of it ends up going bad cuz we’re stupid and wasteful and I hate it. GRRR.

I got a bunch of bug bites, like I always do. I fucking hate bug bites. I do not do well with itchiness. I end up covered in scabs, and they turn into scars because I lack self control, especially when it comes to scratching at itchiness. It’s part of the reason I will never be a model or anyone famous: I’m covered in bug bite scars. Le sigh. GRRR.

Because of my foot, my sister and parents had to do all of the loading and unloading of cars at the beginning and end of the trip, and most of the cleaning (I washed the dishes though!). So they’re really tired and sore all over. Boo.

Damnit, I’m so itchy. I need to take a shower. 

(a while later) Yay! I took a shower. I feel better. Still itchy though. But less so. And my dustiness has been drastically reduced, so yay!

Edit written on Sun Aug 12: I’m now about to start Chapter 4 of The Silmarillion! :)

I GOT INTO STUDENT HOUSING!!!

I applied like 2 months late and I still somehow got into student housing!!

And it’s a single, so I get my own room within the apartment! :D :D

YAY YAY YAY!!!!! :D :D :D

And now I’m like freaking out cuz I have to go through all my stuff and figure out what to bring with me.

Gahhhh my mind is racing! I shouldn’t have checked my email…it’ll take me so long to fall asleep now… :P

I am so miserable in this stupid cast. The foot doesn’t hurt, but the padding inside the cast — ugh, I dunno how to explain it other than to say that it feels like it keeps moving! Like, ya know how sometimes you’re laying in bed trying to sleep and you feel like tiny adjustments on your skin caused by your hair moving due to physics shit? It’s sort of like that, except it’s inside the cast and I can’t get to it. I keep wiggling my foot around inside the cast, which stops the weird itchiness for like 45 seconds maybe, and then it starts back up!

I’m tired and I want to go to sleep but this fucking itching thingy that’s going on is keeping me up and pissing me the fuck off.

/rant

“Anonymous asked: I’m 15 and me and my bf have been dating for 10 months now. I go to his house 2-3 times a week but almost every time i go there he convinces me into having sex with him. It’s too often, i kinda feel like a slut? Is it normal or is that too much? Thankyou for your help. :)

I think you’re a bit young to be having sex. However, I think most mature couples have sex about as often as you do, if not more. There’s no reason to feel like a slut though. Just be careful with your body and your emotions because you’re so young.” - an advice blog

Here’s my response:

“…He CONVINCES ME into having sex with him.” *CONVINCES*. Meaning that when she goes over there, she isn’t wanting to have sex. How is he convincing her? Is he pressuring her? Is he insulting her? Threatening her? Whether he’s just not taking “No” for an answer or threatening to tell everyone that they’re having sex, the word “convince” makes me think that coercion is taking place. 

Being coerced into having sex is NOT the same as consensually having sex. 

If someone, regardless of gender/sex, is constantly asking to have sex with you even if you say “No”, or “I’d rather not”, or “I don’t really want to right now”, that is *pressuring you* to have sex! You have every right to leave that situation and find better people to spend your time with.

When I was younger, I was dating a guy who kept touching me and pressuring me, even though I would physically move away from him (thus denying his advances via body language) and even explicitly told him that I didn’t want him to touch me there. I was in that situation for a long time before I finally realized I was in an abusive relationship (Yes, *abusive*. Even though he never hit me.), and that I deserved a guy who respected me and my body and my “No”. 

I hope the anon reads this and evaluates her situation. And if she concludes that her boyfriend is coercing her into sex, then I hope that she has the strength to leave that *abusive relationship*. She deserves better. We all deserve someone who will respect us and our bodies and our choice and our *right* to say “No.”

One more thing, I don’t know about other states, but here in CA coercion has finally been added to the definition of rape. Coercing someone into having sex is a form of rape, people. This is serious.

mad-man-with-a-scarf:

sparklyabderian:

xdecker:

How can I not reblog this?  One of the best episodes out of anything I have ever watched.

*infinitecries* So GOOD. D= I cried so much.<33

I’m literally listening to the song featured in this scene. Changes, by Athlete. FEELS.

I cried at this part. It was so perfect. It’s exactly what we all need. People who have been bullied and rejected and told they and everything they do is worthless, we need this. We need to hear someone sing our praises when they haven’t a clue that we can hear them. We need to know that people not only like us, but like us enough to speak well of us when we’re not around. We need to hear someone tell people that we’re beautiful, kind, intelligent, talented, special. We all need this sometimes. And the Doctor gave him that. 

I was heartbroken and yet somewhat relieved when Amy and the Doctor traveled back to modern times after Van Gogh heard this. It’s heartbreaking that even after hearing that he and his art are basically the best and most loved ever, Van Gogh still ended up killing himself, without creating any additional pieces. His story ended the same way, and that’s terrible. But it’s honest. It demonstrates an awful truth about mental illness: not everyone makes it. I know that sounds terrible, but I’m speaking from experience. I know at least a dozen people who’ve attempted suicide, and three that succeeded. The Doctor’s analogy of a Pile of Good and a Pile of Bad, is fantastic. Because if we, the ones left behind, mull on the fact that nothing we did changed the outcome, we’d become so depressed we would end up killing ourselves. When someone kills themselves, of course you mourn. Of course. You have every right and reason to mourn. It’s good to mourn. But you have to keep going. You can’t let yourself fall into depression. Just because they were miserable doesn’t mean that they want you to be miserable too. So you focus on the good that you added to their Good Pile.  

(Source: gillanbabes)

shoutitfromthehills:

• Pronoun: she/her
• Gender Identity: female identified
• Romantic Attraction: queer panromantic?
• Sexual Attraction: queer
• Gender Presentation: feminine presenting
• Physical Biology: dyadic
• Species Identity: human

• Pronoun: she/her
• Gender Identity: female identified
• Romantic Attraction: heteroromantic
• Sexual Attraction: heterosexual
• Gender Presentation: feminine presenting
• Physical Biology: dyadic [meaning non-intersex, which (in the case of humans at least) means clearly female or clearly male anatomy]
• Species Identity: human

I just want to say that LOVE how all inclusive this is. Humans do not fit into the pretty little dichotomy of “male” and “female” and “heterosexual” and “homosexual”. Sexuality [sexual preference, physical anatomy, biological (genetic) sex, gender identity, etc] is a spectrum. But the 2 sex dichotomy of “male” and “female” is so ingrained in our society that anyone that does not fit into our molds of what people are makes us uncomfortable. I can’t deny that even I will stare (though I try to be discreet) at an androgynous person, trying to figure out if they’re male or female. And I have to catch myself and remember that 1) it doesn’t matter; and 2) it’s none of my business. This person is PERSON, regardless of where they land on various layers of the spectrum of sexuality.