…But I haven’t actually opened the book yet. Technically.
Instead I’m on Tumblr. So yeah.
I’m a huge procrastinator. And I suck at school. But I don’t give a fuck because last year at Lakeside so… who really cares? Anyone?
This post is going nowhere. Like, really. It isn’t. I don’t know what I’m talking about or even what sentence will come next. So stop reading if you want. If you want to keep reading… I’ll try to make this interesting (already failed)… um… yeah. So you can ask me a question if you want. Because I have nothing else to do. Except Psych that …I’m…not doing…
Me: Remember that time on the cruise… that magic show? Wasn’t that so fake?
Mom: It’s all fake. Nothing is magic. I don’t care what kind of ”trick” or “charm” you use, it’s noOooOOot magic. All those curtains and secret doors. If it’s magic why can’t I see it without an opaque shield? Tell you what, you want to impress me? Okay. Light yourself on fire, without a curtain, without screaming and yelling and survive.
Mom: Seriously though, those magic shows make me sick. That girl with the box, that they stick knives and swords in. How about you take away the box and actually stick swords in the girl and have her not screaming in agony and she lives to tell about it. Ha, you show me that, and I’ll be the first one to applause, standing ovation, encore…
….Until then, I’mmmmmm not impressed.
Me: I think you’re where I get my cynicism (and love of rants) from.
I still love you and miss you... and YES you know who I am.
Do you ever think about the people that pass in and out of your life?
Wait… Do I know who you are?
Hmm. I know the answer is usually, yes, but I don’t actually. I usually forget people (not intentionally of course) because I’m so wrapped up with the present. From time to time, old friends will pop into my head and that’s nice. Or not so nice, depending.
Where I was in a small house. And my family members and co-workers were carrying in freshly dead animal corpses. They were large and heavy and they told me to help but I was afraid. The dead animals were bleeding and the smell was rancid.
Second time I’ve dreamt of a bleeding corpse this year.
'Dream Dictionary' says: To dream of a corpse is fatal to happiness, as this dream indicates sorrowful tidnigs of the absent, and gloomy business prospects. The young will suffer many disappointments and pleasure will vanish. To see the corpse of an animal, denotes unhealthy situation, both as to business and health.
Doesn’t sound good. Sounds a little dramatic. I won’t take it seriousy. Except I’ll be thinking about it for the next 20 minutes.
I am proud to say I have NEVER sent anyone an anonymous hate message on Tumblr. Hatred towards people you don't even know isn't neccessary, it's why the world today is so full of shit. I'm not gonna add to it.