This blog is a mixture of the things I like and love, especially pop-punk and food. Random snippets of my life appear sometimes, as well as links to my wordpress and things I find important.
I probably love you.
That last post was very centred on a particular audience, and I’m here to please every body. Intellectually speaking, of course.
I’ve decided to pour myself another drink, tune into iTunes radio and write another blog for your entertainment. This post is going to be more of a random collection of thoughts and mind-wanderings, as well as my thoughts on the iTunes top 20, because what you’re really…
I’ve got a triple Bacardi and Coke beside me, and by triple I mean 1.5 because half of it is gone and I am good at mathematics. I’ve got my hair in a bun, I’ve got my glasses on, I’ve got mood music playing and my lights dimmed.
This blog is going to act as an open letter to everything that has pissed me off in the past week. By that, I don’t actually mean EVERYTHING, I just mean the…
People who hate on Sansa Stark for the fact that she had a crush on Joffrey before she realised the depths of his utterly despicable nature and call her weak for her behaviour in King’s Landing are the worst people and need to be stopped.
I can’t be bothered right now, I’ve been awake for way too long and I’m not drunk at all, and I am way too tired.
I started my new job this week and have begun thinking about leaving my other job again. Uni has been making my cranky. I’ve started my university holidays early because I need to stop being stressed like there’s no tomorrow.
My life is currently physiotherapy, work, hating my life…
- do not comment on what I’m eating
- do not comment on how much i’m eating
- do not comment on how little i’m eating
- do not comment on how healthy it is
- do not comment on how unhealthy it is
Dad: Why the hell did you put a comma there?
Dad: Do you even know what a participial phrase is?
Dad: Omg. He's like my favorite character of all time.
Dad: Who should I dress up as for the movie premier?
Dad: Hey are you awak? I know it's late, but you read Animal Farm, right? Yeah. I need you to read this report. I can't tell if I am just super tired or if this is actual bullshit.
Dad: Alesha wouldn't be able to spell 'definitely' right if wrote it down for her. She would fucking erase it and then write 'defiantly', because she doesn't care. I hate her.
Dad: I need you to bake brownies. I lost a bet.
Dad: Omg. You cannot ship me with Gilcher. You know I don't like tattoos and he's like twenty-five. And for Christ's sake, he teaches math.
Dad: Omg. Gilcher said the funniest thing today.
Dad: Mrs. Ashworth and I have decided to start a band. It'll be called Great Expectations.
Dad: It's like you didn't read the fucking book.
Dad: Okay. So this week you're reading this book I stole from Mrs. Ashworth's. It's like sixty pages long, but you'll love it.
Dad: *puts books on my bed for me to read everyday and demands that I read them*
Dad: My son doesn't like reading. I have not only failed him, but society. You aren't my son. Leave.
Dad: Okay. So you're getting books for Christmas. All of you. I get discounts on them since I'm a teacher, and since I'm a teacher, it's all I can afford, so...
Dad: Fucking standardized testing can go fuck itself in the ass.
Dad: I have to teach for the required testing instead of what they really need to know.
Dad: Fuck the government.
Dad: Fuck the school board.
Dad: Close the door.
Dad: Charles Dickens was so fucking pretentious, and I hate him, but he also caused change, but he's such a Dick. Ha. DICKens.
Dad: I love puns.
Dad: People who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humor are assholes.
Dad: Please shut up.
Dad: Catching Fire was the worst book but the best movie and that feels weird.
Dad: I wouldn't get so mad when you call me at school if you didn't change your ringtones to inappropriate rap music.
Dad: I fucking hate Alesha. She asked what countries were apart of Austria-Hungary today and I almost told her to get out.
Dad: You cannot visit my school in a dress that short. There are boys there.
Dad: Barbra Parks is fucking Queen.
Dad: I need you to make me a good, relaxing playlist for silent reading. I'm too lazy.
Dad: If I have to watch two of my students grind on each other at one more dance, I will kill them both.
Dad: They act like I care what they think.
Dad: I hate homework.
Dad: I have decided to become a politician.
Dad: What's the one book with the guys and the one kills the other and the chick without a name who dies and the short angry man? Mouseman? Oh my fucking gosh. Of Mice and Men. I have failed.