This is my cat Daisy, she was playing in this biome project I made in the yard in sixth grade and I needed a photo of her for my posterboard. I honestly have no clue as to why the grass appears to be some insanely phosphorescent shade of kelly green. :)
(via hayleycakes)
I used to get these at the doctor’s office and stick them on my forehead like a bindi or at the outer corners of my eyes, like some sort of toddler 90’s princess.
Monsieur Ibrahim
and Little Miss Sunshine
DAY ONE: this is another fave, the two songs contend for the top spot in my heart :)
DAY ONE
Day 01 — Your favorite song, Day 02 — Your favorite movie, Day 03 — Your favorite television program, Day 04 — Your favorite book, Day 05 — Your favorite quote, Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy, Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy, Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad, Day 09 — A photo you took, Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago, Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently, Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy, Day 13 — A fictional book, Day 14 — A non-fictional book, Day 15 — A fanfic, Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly), Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.), Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy, Day 19 — A talent of yours, Day 20 — A hobby of yours, Day 21 — A recipe, Day 22 — A website, Day 23 — A YouTube video, Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy, Day 25 — Your day, in great detail, Day 26 — Your week, in great detail, Day 27 — This month, in great detail, Day 28 — This year, in great detail, Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days, Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy
So I read Tavi’s post about Sassy magazine, and i feel like she crawled into my head and read the squiggles of my brain.
In addition, everything she said about the underdog being cool is so crazily true. I mean honestly, I WAS WEIRD FIRST! Gosh! Lol, but honestly i just don’t get it how the same girls who tormented me through middle school can wear thrifted clothes. Why wasn’t it okay when I did it? I don’t know, but something about this whole “Golly, im such a nerd!” thing pisses me off. I am a nerd, and it isn’t cute, it isn’t optional, it’s LIFE. So this trend kind of feels like a nation wide teasing of legitimate geeks. Like myself. Gahhhhhh!!!!!!! People who throw on geek glasses and camera-whore seem to think “geek” is an outfit, or a game. It’s not even a lifestyle choice. It’s luck of the draw. There are so many levels of geek, and many don’t even wear glasses!
I would classify myself as the fearless geek. I am a nerd because I am really open, and it freaks people out. I think. Maybe. I’m not quite sure actually. But my hypothesis is that I have pride in grammar and am not afraid to make obscure references to Harry Potter and Harold and Maude, and i wear dirty jeans, and I laugh too loud and i get nervous around guys and I swim like a worm possibly is off-putting or alarming. Basically, I wear my personality like I wear my hair, all over the place. I can’t hide myself and when it comes to my emotions, my face is easier to read than the adjectives on the cover of Seventeen magazine.
I genuinely take pride in being unique though. I like that I am strange in ways that no one else is. I just don’t like that the whole freaking world has decided to jump on the crazy-cool-ieatcookiedoughforbrekkiewannamess? bandwagon. I was having more fun by myself!
On another note, I just wanted to say that I hope Obama does something about crazy teachers. They don’t deserve tenure if they are outright mean to students.
Speaking of things I hate …
Things I hate about adults:
1. Many think it is their duty to crush your dreams, if you don’t wanna cry, then they’re doing something wrong
2. They don’t like it when you are successful, it makes them angry that you are not as horrible as they were when they were your age.
3. Many take themselves too seriously.
4. They instill bad values in children.
5. They messed around and now my generation is stuck with one hell of an icky planet to clean up. So. Not. Fair.
6. They forget that teenagers are tired and have feelings. We do not only care about Facebook and hooking up. Excessive homework is not required to keep me from becoming a teen mom. (Being treated like a human being by adults would surely suffice.)
Alright, I think that sums up my feelings sufficiently. I now have five hours of restless sleep and two huge tests to look forward too. Thank you God for this brainchild you call High School.
