Going fabric shopping with Andi and Rina today! Then hopefully i can check some more projects off of my list...
December 2009
“Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.”
—Robert Frost (via meghanclaire) (via heartwarming) (via breathsoftruth) (via isthisblood) (via madeofglass) (via danceacrossthesky) (via unlonely)
I need to start writing my speech...
I need:
- An opening scene- short, witty, sensible, organized, mildy informative.
- An introduction- informative, short, concise, faux intense? (not sure yet)…
- A story of some kind- funny, satirical, some kind of pacing…
- A conclusive ending… gulp- well… conclusive.
I’m screwed.
So I am now armed for my haircut tomorrow with a picture of what i want so if it turns out bad this time, i will know that i did everything i could.
I know I’m overreacting and holding a grudge about something really stupid and superficial like my hair, but when shit goes down in my life, i always feel the need to redo it and fix whatever went wrong. pictures of my new do without the color tomorrow! i still have to talk to Rina about when she can come over to help me with my color.
“I’ve nothing against God. It’s his fan club I can’t stand.”
—(via katelyninez-)
Don't get me wrong- i like the holidays fine. I'm just more of a christmas eve kinda person.
Why? Well… in my family, christmas means:
dad’s side of the family= yelling, stress, caddy conversation, obnoxiously dry humor, bad movies, snooty older cousins, waiting for everyone to go home so i can relax, etc.
While christmas eve means:
mum’s side of the family= good food, better people, sledding, genuine conversation and laughs, swearing loudly, gag gifts, eight year olds trapped in adults bodies, making light of family drama, staying up late, dreading going home, falling asleep in the car listening to tso, etc.
Yeah. Definitely more a Christmas eve person.
I hate people who say “you’re not a real fan of ____ unless you _______”. Who are you to tell me what I love? Who are you to say that i “fake” love something? Just because I don’t have ___ memorized or happen to like something else more? For me, being a fan of bsg means that i’ve seen every episode and know a few of the actors names. for someone else, being a fan of kmfdm means that you know the backstory of every band member and have every lyric memorized. Don’t tell me which one is a “real” fan. a person’s personality and how they express their interests has nothing to do with the level of enjoyment they get from their chosen entertainment. Just enjoy the show/band/book/song. get over yourself. if you have enough energy to get THAT worked up over someone elses art- make some yourself.
Hysteria was originally thought to only occur in women. It was said to be the result of a wandering uterus.
(source)
am i the only one reading the “wandering uterus” part and doing a double take? say what…?
“Aw SHIT!!! Oh- excuse me- I mean- goodness me…”
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-my mother, on spilling a cup of tea
I love it when my mum swears.
