To be honest, I don't have anything important to say. I'm sitting here waiting for my boyfriend to get here and it's getting pretty late and I'm exhausted and probably should have napped earlier today. But such is life, right? I hoped he would get here at about.... 9ish, but he didn't even leave until almost 7, so that wasn't feasible.
I really need a nap, man. My head feels wonky. And South Park is on the telly and I don't even like that show, but I am too tired to change the channel so I'm just letting it play as white noise. Ya know what I mean?
But the real question with evolution is why do men have nipples? I mean, it's not like they NEED them. Why do we still have tail bones? They're absolutely useless. And yeah, I mean, I get that they aren't hindering our ability to reproduce or anything, but if you hurt your tail bone, it really stinkin' hurts!
They say that the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything is 42, but if we're being completely honest, that doesn't answer the basic fundamental question at the root of all human angst: do pigeons have feelings?
Welp, just found out that he won't be here until after midnight, so I might just go ahead and cry a bit and get some sleep and do whatever it is sad girls do.
Laters, baby.
Friday, April 24, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Tumblr. Bio: My Senior Poem
Amber. 18.
West Virginia.
Indie music and Death Metal.
Welcome to this special part of my mind.
Professional Shade Thrower.
Perpetually inactive.
That's kind of a thing.
Or nah.
I'm totes white
But I identify
As a Walgreens gift card.
Whovian.
I follow back.
Surprisingly, I have a boyfriend.
*11.25.14*
West Virginia.
Indie music and Death Metal.
Welcome to this special part of my mind.
Professional Shade Thrower.
Perpetually inactive.
That's kind of a thing.
Or nah.
I'm totes white
But I identify
As a Walgreens gift card.
Whovian.
I follow back.
Surprisingly, I have a boyfriend.
*11.25.14*
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
A Long Winded Post that is a Good Example of Why High School Sucks
There is one very important fact about me that I think everybody needs to understand: I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend whom I love more than life itself and I would never, EVER do anything to hurt him or lose him or even remotely jeopardize my relationship with him. There is not a single person on this Earth that is worth losing him over. Which brings me to my next point.
I have a friend. I have a very good friend who I have been friends with since I moved here. I can easily say that he's my best friend, and because of that fact, I tend to spend a lot of time with him at school. I mean, I don't really have a LOT of friends, so I might as well hang out with the ones I do, right? Now don't get me wrong, I'm not with this friend every waking minute of the school day, and even when we are spending time together IT IS AS FRIENDS. Anyway, that's my spiel about my best friend. Next point...
There is someone at this school that has a romantic interest in my friend, and that's great. I mean, everybody likes someone, right?!? Naturally. Now, this individual has never spoken to me before, but I have it on good authority that this person talks about me. A lot. And not in a positive manner anyway. A lot of this has to do with the fact that this person likes my friend. He liked this person as well, until clinginess became an issue. And then, when he found out that this person was being rude to me and talking about me, he told said individual to leave him alone. (Gotta give him props for having priorities: his friends). He told the individual that whatever "flirtationship" they had needed to stop, because it was upsetting a lot of people, the individual included. SOMETHING IMPORTANT FOR YOU ALL TO UNDERSTAND: I did NOT ask my friend to say any of that. His flirtationship with that individual did NOT bother me or make me jealous. I mean, obviously, I stood by my friend's side when he was getting tired of everything that was going on. But now, I am the bad guy. And that brings me to my next point.
I have another friend who is up my butt and telling me I need to work things out with the aforementioned individual, because hanging out with my best friend is UPSETTING her and so that means I am "wrong" for doing it. WHICH IS RIDICULOUS. And so now it has come to my knowledge that they are both saying less than nice things about me, and it seems like now my best friend is ALSO upset with me and I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING WRONG SO SOMEBODY HELP ME OUT, MAN BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON OR WHAT TO DO.
I have a friend. I have a very good friend who I have been friends with since I moved here. I can easily say that he's my best friend, and because of that fact, I tend to spend a lot of time with him at school. I mean, I don't really have a LOT of friends, so I might as well hang out with the ones I do, right? Now don't get me wrong, I'm not with this friend every waking minute of the school day, and even when we are spending time together IT IS AS FRIENDS. Anyway, that's my spiel about my best friend. Next point...
There is someone at this school that has a romantic interest in my friend, and that's great. I mean, everybody likes someone, right?!? Naturally. Now, this individual has never spoken to me before, but I have it on good authority that this person talks about me. A lot. And not in a positive manner anyway. A lot of this has to do with the fact that this person likes my friend. He liked this person as well, until clinginess became an issue. And then, when he found out that this person was being rude to me and talking about me, he told said individual to leave him alone. (Gotta give him props for having priorities: his friends). He told the individual that whatever "flirtationship" they had needed to stop, because it was upsetting a lot of people, the individual included. SOMETHING IMPORTANT FOR YOU ALL TO UNDERSTAND: I did NOT ask my friend to say any of that. His flirtationship with that individual did NOT bother me or make me jealous. I mean, obviously, I stood by my friend's side when he was getting tired of everything that was going on. But now, I am the bad guy. And that brings me to my next point.
I have another friend who is up my butt and telling me I need to work things out with the aforementioned individual, because hanging out with my best friend is UPSETTING her and so that means I am "wrong" for doing it. WHICH IS RIDICULOUS. And so now it has come to my knowledge that they are both saying less than nice things about me, and it seems like now my best friend is ALSO upset with me and I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING WRONG SO SOMEBODY HELP ME OUT, MAN BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON OR WHAT TO DO.
Monday, April 13, 2015
A Reply to Jacoby's Love Poem
Passion is that of a brook that is dried
I really want your organs deep fried
Fishing is your love, but people are mine
I'll saute your liver with onions and wine
Your screaming and crying, like a melodic beat
I'll laugh as I cut you and turn up the heat
A dash of salt, a pinch of paprika
I toss in your legs and I scream, "Eureka!"
One special night changed us forever
I bit off your finger, you said, "Eh, whatever!"
No burger, no chicken could sate my desire
To pluck out your eyeballs and set you on fire
From your supple nips to your soft skin
From your fluffy lips to your double chin
I can imagine your body, covered in sweat
And oil, and vinegar, and soy sauce: dripping wet
Forever and ever, I wish you would stay
I'll freeze your leftovers, no one can take you away
Your hands in the oven, I wonder what's next
I can slice you and dice you and mix you with Chex
Your flesh will last forever until it is no more
And all your blood is drunk and all your toes are stored
Passion is that of a brook that is dried
I really want your organs deep fried
I really want your organs deep fried
Fishing is your love, but people are mine
I'll saute your liver with onions and wine
Your screaming and crying, like a melodic beat
I'll laugh as I cut you and turn up the heat
A dash of salt, a pinch of paprika
I toss in your legs and I scream, "Eureka!"
One special night changed us forever
I bit off your finger, you said, "Eh, whatever!"
No burger, no chicken could sate my desire
To pluck out your eyeballs and set you on fire
From your supple nips to your soft skin
From your fluffy lips to your double chin
I can imagine your body, covered in sweat
And oil, and vinegar, and soy sauce: dripping wet
Forever and ever, I wish you would stay
I'll freeze your leftovers, no one can take you away
Your hands in the oven, I wonder what's next
I can slice you and dice you and mix you with Chex
Your flesh will last forever until it is no more
And all your blood is drunk and all your toes are stored
Passion is that of a brook that is dried
I really want your organs deep fried
A Love Poem from Jacoby
Passion is that of a babbling brook
*This statement is that of the author's. I, in no way, believe that people "go gay".
Flowing and trembling like my heart that you took
Fishing is my love, but you've shown me there's more
You caught me as yours more than any lure
Your giggle and blushing causes my heart to skip a beat
But us together, we can conquer any feat
Giving up on our love is not of my nature or being
When I'm in the mall or plaza you're the only gal I'll be seeing
One special night changed us forever
The good, the bad, I want to be with you through every endeavor
No trout, bass or musky can ever quench my thirst
Like the moment we made love for the very first
From your soft eyes to your easy soul
I'll provide for you always, you will never have to work the pole
You understand my actions and my way
So lucky to have you, you're the catch of the day
Forever and ever I wish to stay
You as my lover, I'll never go gay*
My hand in yours, what will be next
A ring, a church, that's what U must get off my chest
Our love will last forever like the ocean blue
When you say yes it's time to screw
Passion is that of a babbling brook
Flowing and trembling like my heart that you took
*This statement is that of the author's. I, in no way, believe that people "go gay".
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