Yes, I will ask you to reach high places for me. Don’t ask me to pick things up for you, you are *perfectly* capable of bending down and getting them. I’m not capable of growing a couple inches, and you’re just being mean >.>
Well, honestly, I don’t know anyone who fits that description. I’ve never been acquainted with someone who’s died.
Ohh, I knew there was a reason I was putting this one off. I’m not good aat talking to people I don’t talk to, mmkay?
Dear (Alright, so, there are a million names that are fine for this blank.) Blonde and used to be really good friends, but not who I was thinking of writing to for “distanced from,”
So remember back in 6th grade math class when everything was like ahahhah you’re so cool I’m glad we’re such good friends? I miss that :/ but like, we talk and such. Just that neither of us is making an effort to become really close again, and when we hang out, it’s awkward because we don’t have enough in common to provide us with something legit to talk about. But YOUU are rather awesome darling! I pulled my first all-nighter (kind of) at your house aahah. It means something to me that even though we aren’t the closest of friends, I’ll never fail to (and I doubt you will either) invite you to any party of mine, because we DID reach that point of no return, and it makes me happy.
Oh and you have the most gorgeoussesesss hair I’ve ever seen in my life and I’m suuuuuper jealous of it. And I don’t know what to get you for your birthday this year :P
Once, I went by “math buddy.”
The challenge makes it sound like something creepy like I met them on the internet. lolNO.
Dear Spazzy Filipino thing who wore converse to homecoming,
You’re awesome, sometimes. I contribute getting to know you completely to Coach Karen on the first day I went to xc practice and you were all YAAYY WE GET A FRESHMAN. And you decided I was awesome because I’m in Latin and band, don’t deny it. Hahahha I’m the lamest thing ever but I was like zOMGG AN UPPERCLASSMAN POSTED ON MY WALL yeah I’m cool. But you’re a sophior you little poser/cougar youu. I mean really, dating down? But you two complete each other because you’re loud and spazzy and retarded, and Josh isn’t anything.
I don’t really have a point to focus a letter to you on so it’s basically just a bunch of random, pointless crap. >:D
Tag, you’re it, no tag backs
I could rant on them forever..
FAN PAGES ON FACEBOOK. They’re the most annoying things. First off:Girl says: Ok im having my operation
Boy says : (nothing)
Girl lays on operating bed
Boy stands there with watery eyes without saying i love you
…Girl finishes heart transplant, the boy is gone
Girl says: Mum, where is he?
Mum says: They didn’t tell you whos heart they gave you, didn’t they?
WHAT THE HECK? News flash: Organ donors are DEAD people. NO, hospitals would NOT let a guy give up his heart for his girlfriend, not that he would. If they don’t give you a heart transplant from a dead person, they give you an artificial heart. Please stop being stupid.
Secondly:I know 10 facts about you
1. You are reading this.
2. You can’t say M without touching your lips
3. You just tried it
4. You just smiled or laughed.
6. You are a boy/girl.
7. You didnt realize I skipped 5.
8. You are looking back at 4 and 6.
9. You are liking this.
10. You are reading me telling you to like this.
LIKE THIS IF YOU DID THOSE THINGS :)
… Just stop. That was amusing, like, the first time we saw it. A little, anyway. And number 4? No, I didn’t smile. All you did here is recreate something that’s been done a bazillion times because you want people to like what you say because you’re not happy with yourself. Well, I’m not happy with you either. If that was a status none of your friends would like it. By all means, be original or go cry in a corner or something.
Everything with “Like this if.” Especiall “Like this if you get it.. ;)” You know? Usually it’s just a joke and there’s nothing else to get. You’re being redundant, and you look like an ass.
ANDD finally. I can’t find any pages for these at this point buut..
I HAVE LIVED THROUGH 1/1/01, 2/2/02, 3/3/03, 4/4/04, 5/5/05, 6/6/06, 7/7/07, 8/8/08, 9/9/09, AND 10/10/10 AND THIS ONLY HAPPENS ONCE EVERY 1000 YEARS!!!!
Yeah, genius, what’s 2101 again? C’monn. In case you were never taught subtraction, it’s in 100 years. Actually, now it’s 90, but this “cycle” thing happens in almost EVERYONE’S lifetime. Like, 3 in 4 generations, because I think my grandparents’ parents missed it. Don’t feel so special, you’re not unique. I’m glad “like” pages weren’t around in Y2K.
On a similar note (YESS, I’m almost done with my rant. xD), I saw pages like “October 2010 has 3 fridays, 3 saturdays, AND 3 sundays! This only happens once every 8417 years!” Actually it happens almost every year. What were you talking about? Ohh, if I could sterilize those in society with minds the size of yours..
So, I’ve heard this:
“Use the talent you possess. The woods would be a silent place if no birds sang but the best.”
But I disagree (from the point of view of a cynic). I mean yeah, at first they would. But birds use songs to attract mates, so eventually the only birds that would have mates would be the ones with the prettiest songs and all the other birds would just shrivel up and die. And then netural selection would continue to choose for a tonnnn of varieties of birds that don’t suck. So talentess, shush. No one wants to hear it.
Dear awkward and dating my friend,
First off, though I’m not sure I ever loved you in the sense I know Brianna does (heck, it was only a month and we didn’t even kiss. Of course I didn’t.), you have the distinction of being the only ex with whim I am still on speaking, even friendly terms. Congrats. You’re like a brother to me, but a socially awkward and generally annoying brother whose purpose in my life is to provide someone on whom I can dispose of my anger.
Second of all, you’re an asshole. Oh my goodness, you DON’T blow off time with your girlfriend to play black ops. Never, ever. No. She loves you for whatever ridiculous reason, but YOU sir do not make time for her, regardless of your excuse about not having a ride. If you really wanted it, you would’ve found a way. Ohh, and you ask me why I broke up with you. Stupid, stupid boy.
Make it up to her, yo.
magdalena madrzyk, you are so re-bloggy I could die.
and I’ve gotten completely and totally addicted to www.freerice.com so if you’ve never used it.. go do that.
Brief break from the tumblr challenge: I’m a long-distance runner, and it makes my life.
Number 10: The conversations. Your track friends, unless you’re a super-exclusive varsity runner, aren’t typically your group that you normally hang with. So you talk about the randomest things, and you can pretty much tell them stuff without worrying about it becoming gossip. It’s cool stuff.
Number 9: The upperclassmen. I know, I know, I’m SUCH a freshman. But aside from band and those classes with the lazy seniors, running is where I meet my upperclassmen friends, and it makes me feel good about myself. Because I’m that one freshman in the group of juniors, and it’s this difficult-to-explain lame coolness.
Numer 8: Those creepy guys who honk at you. Yeah, it’s kinda gross because like… Really? Ugh. But on the inside, even though you’re saying, “Wow, what pervs,” it’s kind of flattering. It’s like they’re calling you sexy, and while I wouldn’t want that from a relationship perspective, it’s not something I’d complain about coming from a random stranger.
Number 7: It’s the real sport. Track is human competition in its most basic form: Who can run the fastest, who can jump the highest, the longest, who can throw the farthest. You have to be a real athlete to be good at it, not just someone with coordination (which, on the other hand, a lot of us don’t have xD).
Number 6: Watching the cheerleaders trying to run a lap. It’s the most pathetic thing ever, and it’s a hell of a lot funnier after you’ve just run 5 miles. Most of them start walking at about 200 meters.
Number 5: Lettering. I didn’t get to letter in cross country because my coach is an uber-nazi (but hey, that’s why we won state last year!) and I couldn’t join the team because of marching band. And I lettered in that, but it’s not the same. Band’s not a sport, period. Track and field is the one that will be going on my letter jacket.
Number 4: Trails. I hate, hate, hate the hills, but in general trails are awesome stuff. There’s a rather large creek on the trail my group usually runs, and while it’s cool in itself, we waste time jumping over it and there’s a brief stop on multiple occasions, which is probably the best thing about it.
Number 3: Sprinting. Like, there’s the sprinting team and they so their stuff, but when they’re all leaving and you’re still working your butt off because that’s what the distance team does, getting to push those last 100 meters and hearing the guys’ coach say hey, she’s really got it. It makes my day.
Number 2: Eating WHATEVER I want. Not alllll the time, but as a general rule, I can eat sooo much more and not get fat because of how much I’m burning. Granted, there’s still some I want to lose, but I can lose it so much more easily because of track.
But the number one reason I’m completely in love with track? It’s February, and I have a tan. :D
Hey, it’s me. I’m not that normal, and I’m not always going to do what you want because frankly, I love me to much to sacrifice me to please you. You can judge me, but I’d rather you know me. Here’s about what I can tell you:
I’m really, really, ridiculously lazy. I don’t even want to be. I just am. I somehow do well, and you can resent me for it, but I hate myself knowing that I could do so much better if I, for instance, actually did my homework. I guess straight 99’s without cracking open a book is acceptable, but I want to do great things… and with my current work ethic, I’m not going to.
Also, I can’t stick with a hobby, but I’m artistic. So I’ve tried it ALL out. Honestly. I can say I’m decent at knitting, sculpting, origami, portraits, photoediting.. you name it. Mostly portraits, but I have a fondness for my little sculptures. :)
I Love, Love, Love, oh my goodness I can’t even express it, ALL my friends. ALL of them mean the world to me and I couldn’t live happily without each of them. When I become close with a new friend, it’s like.. WHERE was I before I met you? There’s no “after” you, for me. I have exactly two former friends, and they’re case stories. But in general, my friends are cumulative and they mean more to me than ohh, everything.. :)