A Little Bit Of Everything


If I was a professor, I would have at least 2, maybe 3, papers due throughout the semester and they would have to be a minimum of 5 pages. I’d make them about things that were really hard to research so they would have to stretch facts and give their opinion. I wouldn’t want it like a normal research paper. I wouldn’t care if you used the words “I” and “you” because I want your opinion.

Then, the final assignment would be to take one of those papers and condense it down to 1 page to see that opinions change everything.

Any one of my now 13 followers want to give me some advice on what I posted last night? I could use some.

Alright my 12 followers, I’m gonna vent.

Okay, so the Friday before Easter, I went to my brothers house because his wife and her friend had things planned for the younger kids. I was upstairs when my brother came home. I saw this really cute guy in the car and I didn’t even know him. Which is weird because I know all of my brother’a friends. Anyway, my sister-in-law and I go downstairs to talk to my brother. As I come down the stairs, I wasn’t really thinking that the cute guy was down there. I turn the corner and there he stands. He kept staring at me and all I could think was that just 5 seconds earlier, I was belting out One Direction. Just my luck. I kept feeling him stare at me so I looked up and he was. Well, when my brother introduces us, he points to his first friend and goes “This is David.” I looked over at the cute guy, just waiting for him to say his name. But, he just puts his head down and goes “And I’m not David.”

So we go upstairs and they start skateboarding. Later, they came back and we offered them cupcakes. Well, the cute guy was walking up on the porch and I told him to be careful because the kids had covered the whole porch in chalk. All he did was look at his hands, put his head down, and show me his hands. He couldn’t even look at me.

Later that night, my sister-in-law found out his name so I added him on Facebook. He accepted the next morning. The next day, he liked the pictures I put up, so I liked his status. This went on for almost a week. I put up photos, he likes them, then I like a status. Every now and then he would like a status too.

I finally decided I needed to message him. So, on Thursday, I did and he responded immediately. We talked for an hour about random stuff. Friday, nothing. He had prom, so I really wasn’t expecting anything. Saturday, all he did was like a photo. Sunday, nothing. So I decided I needed to message him again. I did. He read it. And hasn’t replied. Or liked a photo for that matter.

I don’t know what to do. I’m frustrated. I’m pissed. I’m upset. I’m hurt. I don’t know what I should be doing or feeling.

Thanks for letting me vent. 😘

Talk to him first, they said. Guys love that, they said.

Apr 2

There’s over 9 million users on Tumblr now. Reblog if you’re one of the few who’s never EVER left anon hate in somebody’s ask box.



If you can’t reblog this…



That’s a fucking low number. That’s fucking sad.

(Source: la-diswavves)

Apr 1

I hate this feeling. This feeling of not knowing if you like me or not. This feeling of knowing you won’t talk to me even if I tried. This feeling of knowing that if I wait for you to text me first, I will be waiting until the cows come home when I have no cows. This feeling of knowing that when I see you, you will act like nothing is wrong. Like I didn’t text you last night and wait for 3 hours for a response after knowing you saw it. This feeling happens every time your name is brought up. I can’t help it. It came out of nowhere. This feeling eats away at me and you have no clue. You are so oblivious to how obvious I make it That feeling is eating me alive and I don’t even know if I care anymore.

I don’t think you would believe me even if I told you. You would never believe me.



Am I the only one who finds it weird that Eleanor took another guy to Taylor’s concert? I mean, it’s not weird that Louis didn’t go because his mom had the twins. What I mean is like why didn’t she call up one of her girl friends and ask them to go instead of that guy? 

Max is Eleanor’s friend. They were friends before Eleanor met Louis.

I had absolutely no idea who he was. I just saw the picture. Whoops. Honest mistake.

Feb 8

I’m pretty sure the list of uninjured riders would be shorter than the injured list. Everyone is getting hurt, even the bull fighters.

Feb 8

Its sad that I can’t stand getting on Twitter anymore because I get to see you hit on every girl in the county that is 2-4 years younger than you.