February 2012
14 posts
2-21-2012 WoW Thoughts
My main World of Warcraft character is a Tauren Warrior named Ömusa. I’ve tried fury, arms and protection. I decided I hated tanking. When you tank, everything is your fault. I hate that.
So that left me with two options for her. I could be a Fury warrior, running around cutting up things with two weapons…or I could be an Arms warrior, doing the same thing just with ONE two...
And it's that time of the year again!
I hate flowers. I hate diamonds and gold. In fact, I’m allergic to most forms of gold. I hate plain jewelry, at least the kind you find in those typically jewelry shops. Flowers aren’t my thing either. They just die after a week. I’d rather have a sketchbook.
I fucking hate chocolate.
This is not my holiday. I’m just glad my boyfriend doesn’t like it either.
O_O
My sketch tumblr got a follower. Just. One. Follower.
Bah.
Liebowitz Social Anxiety Scale →
abakkus:
kawaii-sar:
zeke-dunbar:
fishingwithafish:
This is the internet. Of course most everyone has severe social anxiety.
52(fear) + 40(avoidance) = 92
You have severe social phobia.
Now pardon me while I continue to be scared as fuck when it comes to physical social interaction~
60(fear) + 62(avoidance) = 122
You have very severe social anxiety.
surprise
16(fear) +...
Sometimes
I just want to not give a shit, go down to the gas station, buy a pack of menthol cigarettes and smoke them one after the other until I’m dizzy. Then cry.
I don’t know what to do about you anymore.
You speak the same words you always have. The very same words that have held me captive.
They aren’t as sweet.
I feel brushed away sometimes.
Dear Meat: February Post Office Project →
dearmeat:
The art of writing a real, personal letter. Few can lay claim to participating within this medium in modern times. The Post Office Project is designed to bring back this lost art, and supply happiness and encouragement for those willing to send and receive letters. For the month of February, I ask…
Sketch Blog! →
January 2012
14 posts
According to my boyfriend...
at least three other guys are just out to get in my pants.
I’m not sure if he’s being serious or if he’s just being paranoid.
I have way too many pictures of my boyfriend that I’ve drawn. Most of them is him in his trench coat or something like that.
Most of them aren’t even closed to finished either. Blegh.
2 tags
December 2011
5 posts
6 tags
Be careful with your words, my dear. I have a short patience for behavior like that nowadays. I’ve taken enough from everyone else, I will not take it from you.
"Shut up, it's not that funny!"
I had Enya or something playing in the car while the two of us were driving in Waldorf. He starts singing in a mock voice, and I get a little annoyed. I go to change the song to get him to stop and instead, I honk my car horn.
Way to go Volvo for putting the horn and the CD track skip near each other. You made my boyfriend’s day. He couldn’t stop laughing at me.
November 2011
10 posts
I Tell People I'm an Introvert
The only one who believes and accepts this is Kyle.
HELL EXPLAINED BY A CHEMISTRY STUDENT →
the-absolute-funniest-posts:
The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington Chemistry mid-term: The answer by one student was so ‘profound’ that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well : Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?...
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Thanksgiving was great. I spent the majority of it with my boyfriend. After dinner, we saw my parents then went back to his house. We watched a movie and played video games and it was great.
I went home tired and happy.
Blegh
Crampy. I should I have gone to see Kyle last night.
October 2011
15 posts
I only want to watch two movies:
That Moment When The Substitute Teacher Says Your... →
idoitallforyouandyoualone:
most-awkward-moments:
The Class Is Like…
You’re like….
Click here if you’re awkward!
you try teaching ANYONE to say my “complicated” name.
It’s okay, it happens to me too.
When you're on your period...
Uterus: I hope you didn't like those underwear.
Stomach: EAT ALL THE THINGS!
Emotions: I don't care that you were crying your eyes out ten minutes ago, that was fucking funny. Now go act like you're high until I see something that pisses me the fuck off.
Stomach: ESPECIALLY THE CHOCOLATY THINGS!
Uterus: Also I've decided to act like something's constantly punching me. I hope you don't mind.
Me: why
