I’m just having a stupidly hard day where everything and almost everyone is pissing me off or confusing me or something WITH MY EMOTIONS.
If I really could be anything in the world, I would love to be a photographer. Nowadays though, everybody thinks they’re a photographer, the sanctity of it is gone. At this point, its “who has the best camera?”— not “who can take beautiful pictures with their god given talent”
—-> Side note: I still plan to pursue some type of photography in my line of work, perhaps a crime scene photographer :) That would make me a billion % happy.
I would love to dance again. I just need the right people to dance with.
I feel like I’m not doing enough, everyone else my age [a lot of people] have these serious ass jobs with serious incomes etc. makes me feel super inadequate.
My brother is a jackass. He can be nice, when he wants things, but he really is a 20 year old guy who does nothing and its annoying that he GETS everything without working for it.
When I’m in the shower I pretend that I’m still an active singer and part of the Friday Night group.
Side confession: I wish there was still a group.
When I think about strippers… I cry. I might need therapy for it, but who really cares— they’re strippers.
My parents, really get to me. My parents give me freedom, they do, but they still RANDOMLY decide to treat me like a child. I’m 22, they don’t realize that people that are 22 don’t do EVERYTHING their parents tell them to, and yet, I do because I want to make them happy… but when they RANDOMLY decide to cut my freedom [for god knows what reason] they REALLY fuck with my brain and it frustrates me so much I want to scream
Everyone around me is either poppin’ out babies, getting engaged or getting married and I make fun of them sometimes… I’m actually kinda jealous.
Last night I was working at the club taking pictures and a group of people approached me asking if I was the girl in the Shit Guyanese Parents Say video.
I felt. So Special.
Mindblowing Video Mapping/graphics on historical clock: Countdown to Astronomical Clock.
So my mom and I are cleaning upstairs. She walks into my room and finds some old brownies. She takes a bite, she likes them. So, she takes ALL of them and says, “I’m just going to finish these.”….
They have weed in them.
This is not a joke. This legit just happened.
WHEN I FIND OUT WHO “A” IS, IT BETTER BE SOMEONE THAT ACTUALLY MAKES THIS WHOLE STORY POSSIBLE.
For example, I should be able to watch all the episodes again and say “oooooo, that’s how A got all that information!”
I have three things to say.
1) Wow Elijah and Klaus
2) Good job photoshopping [except for the satin sheet], I’m impressed
3) [my opinion]- Again, why are they trying to use sex to sell The Vampire Diaries. These people don’t even HAVE sex in the show anymore. I just find it over the top. There’s no need for it [despite it being a lil sexy]. I just don’t think they should use sex as a marketing point for TVD.