So, a number of things were brought to my attention last night.
One, the main woman who runs the Westboro Baptist Church had her social security number shut down because an anonymous website sent in a death certificate for her. Which is actually kind of really funny.
Two, WBC is apparently planning on picketing Sandy Hook Elementary. As to their exact reason why, I’m not sure, but regardless it makes my stomach just turn. So my friend mentioned being one of those volunteers who just form a human chain around the building so they can’t get in. This school’s probably only an hour or two away and knowing people as evil as the Westboro Baptist Church is going to be anywhere near there gets me absolutely enraged. The complete lack of human emotion that these people seem to have is not only appalling but it’s downright disappointing that there can actually be people this cruel and with no remorse.
Three and on a much lighter note: This whole Time Square for NYE thing has been going back and forth everyday. And where I stand now, we actually do have a plan worked out and it really is a complete possibility. HOWEVER. Last night my friend and I had made plans to go to Applebee’s, but he changed his mind at the last minute and wanted to go to Friday’s. Just had a feeling, I guess. So, we go and it just so happens that the guy who sits down next to us at the bar was someone who lived in Manhattan for eight years and actually gave us a lot of useful information. Like the fact that you’re stuck in Time Square from 5pm on and if you leave for whatever reason, you’re not getting back. There’s no place to pee whatsoever, you’re packed in like sardines and it’s going to be cold as all fuck. So we ask the big question: but is it worth it? And honestly, he was pretty explicit in saying it really wasn’t. He said the best idea would really be to just save up for a few years and then just get a hotel with a balcony. It was like fate that we ended up there, but that forewarning has up completely up for just staying in RI and living it up downtown all night, hotel and all. All in all, it’s still gonna be a grand new year’s, I can feel it.
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It’s strange to think that even if we have similar things posted on our blogs, it doesn’t necessarily mean we all got the same impression from the post. Maybe some people simply found it interesting. Maybe some people had a nostalgic feel for it. Maybe it invoked some people with a feeling of angst and bitterness when they came across it. But it’s still on our blog, regardless.
So when it comes down to it, does a blog in itself really say all that much about a person without knowing the real reason why it is that they felt that specific post was blog worthy?
(Who am I kidding, everyone just posts about cats and fictional characters.)
So, here’s how my day went. All of my pictures were due today at 6pm for my photography critique. I literally had none prepared due to people bailing on me at the last second. So, a good friend of mine agrees to help me out for a good three hours and we ultimately pull something off that’s ultimately satisfactory. So, I’m planning on just calling it an early night, knowing fully well that I have an immense amount of shit to get done tomorrow. But then my boyfriend and my good friend text me simultaneously that they’re at a local bar and tell me I should have a drink with them. I tell them I’m ridiculously broke. They tell me it’s covered.
So here I am, 8 beers later and I had the opportunity to smoke with 60+ year old biker gang looking dudes, one of them even sporting a cowboy hat and I’m feeling pretty damn fucking good.
And it really does suck that I need to be up by 6:20 tomorrow, but I’m genuinely not giving a fuck tonight and I plan on having a multiple hour long marathon of breaking bad.
And no fucks were given this monday.
Judge me or not, I really don’t care, but I still think the best way to wake up in the morning is to just be able to sleep in late, roll over and pack a bowl and just listen to some tunes for a few hours before you even have time to be worried about complete bullshit that life throws at you. As long as I can start my morning off in a good mindset, I can keep that perspective all day. But I swear if it weren’t for this downtime, there’d be an unhealthy amount of days where I’d just refuse to even get up.
Telling people everything’s going to be okay just sounds so insincere. There’s so much “i love you anon youre flawless bby just smile” bullshit, it’s actually more detrimental than anything. I feel like people like my advice, yes, but they like even more that I’m just someone that really wants to know what you’re going through, someone that’s going to follow up with questions and really try to get a grip on what they’re going through. Sometimes people just need someone to be interested in what they have to say, even if it’s just what happened during their day.
I always end up going on crazy rambles when I’m high and my replies always end up so much longer than originally intended. I’m pretty sure I used to tag all of my high ramblings as #rambles months ago so now I’m gonna creep on them.
for my followers who are curious to see me more as a person than just some blog you follow.
How exactly did karma get him?
As he should. Do you think his cousin should go without punishment for what he did?
I think if the relationship meant anything to you, you’d be willing to make that phone call over not speaking to your boyfriend for weeks at a time. Does he know you have a problem with how little he initiates conversation?
The fact that you’re going weeks without any form of communication is ridiculous. Do you guys ever talk outside of texting? Texting isn’t a relationship. How far away does he live? There’s no way that you two could meet up over break?
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