Monday, March 14, 2011
Interesting Conversations (This is definate proof that my boyfriend is a healthy teenaged male.)
Facebook is a breeding ground for interesting conversations.
Example A:
Example A:
Boyfriend: Hey :)
Me: Hi :)
Boyfriend:
Wow I suck.
Brb
Dinner time
Sorry
Me: Haha
Go have some eats
:D
~~~A long time and half of a conversation later~~~
Me: Yeeeah.
Truth or dare?
Boyfriend: Truth!
Didn't see that coming did ya? ;D
Me: Oh nope i didn't lol. Do you think I'm emo?
Boyfriend: Nooooo
You don't seem emo at all. xD
Me: Just wondering
Boyfriend: Yeah
Me: Wait, was that sarcastic?
Boyfriend: No, it wasn't.
It was funny cause you don't seem like it.
Lol
T or D?
Me: Lol
T
Ive had a lot of people ask me for weed.
They're like:
"Hey, dude you got any weed?"
"Umm no..?"
"You like like you do weed."
"Thanks?"
Me: :DD
That could be some form of a twisted compliment
Me: Lol
Truth or dare?
Boyfriend: xD
"Wanna watch this movie?" - Dad
"Uhh sure" - me
"I'mma warn you, there might be some boobies in this. "
"OH NO! D:"
"xD, I love you son, but I still wanna beat the sh** out of you."
That reminds me of my cousin Miranda because one day Michael was semi-ignoring her for the PS3
(Meanwhile I was reading a book)
and Miranda was like, "Why are you ignoring me?!"
and he was like "I love you. You're my girlfriend; but this game has boobs in it."
So she was like "I HAVE BOOBS TOO.". It was a golden moment.
Boyfriend: Omg, that's awesome. xD
Me: Shane :D
Me: Remember don't ignore me :3
I has boobs.
Boobs = 96% of the reason why more guys aren't gay.
Just sayin.
Boyfriend: YES
Me: :DD
Boyfriend: Boobs are amazin' :3
Me: Yeeeah they're pretty handy .
I bet they can double as floatation devices like...balloon animals or air bags.
Except they're boobs.
Logic?
Me: Oh yes definitely ;3
Boyfriend:
Yush
Whose were ya pillow-fying? 
Natalie's.
lol
I was sitting on hers and Tyler's lap
Me: Sounds sexy
Boyfriend: Yeah
It was fun.
Boobs are so interesting.
They're like little sacks of goodness.
Unless they're big. Then it's big sacks of goodness.
Unless they're big. Then it's big sacks of goodness.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Why 3 Is Red With a Hint of Happy
I've recently been really interested in Synesthesia. It's an interesting thing :P
And there are so many different kinds! My Ashley-dear is a number-color synesthesiast among other things; She also feels that the numbers and colors have different personalities. It sounds pleasant, when she rattles on about how 3 doesnt get along with 8 and 2 is obviously purple.
I did some research about it, due to my curiousity.
( copied from http://home.comcast.net/~sean.day/html/types.htm )
And there are so many different kinds! My Ashley-dear is a number-color synesthesiast among other things; She also feels that the numbers and colors have different personalities. It sounds pleasant, when she rattles on about how 3 doesnt get along with 8 and 2 is obviously purple.
I did some research about it, due to my curiousity.
( copied from http://home.comcast.net/~sean.day/html/types.htm )
" * " = "insufficient data" |
It seems so wonderful, doesnt it?
Well I must go now, byebye!
Nanana ~
Hola senors and senoritas! Lot's of stuffies has been going on.
I started writing an essay due to boredom today in German class. It's about how white people do not exist. I personally find it a riveting subject. I've been having trouble with my thesis for it though. Oh well. It's kinda stupid anyway.
I've been listening to a lot of music lately. Music, sleep, and the few friends that arent being hormonal teenagers have been my only escape recently. This isnt necessarily bad. Just a bit..lonely.
I wrote another blonde girl song when I was skyping with Shane!!! It's amazingness in literaturistic form. I <3 using big words hehe.
You have to enjoy the small things in life sometimes. Like...good conversations with friends or rainy days. Imma make a list.
I started writing an essay due to boredom today in German class. It's about how white people do not exist. I personally find it a riveting subject. I've been having trouble with my thesis for it though. Oh well. It's kinda stupid anyway.
I've been listening to a lot of music lately. Music, sleep, and the few friends that arent being hormonal teenagers have been my only escape recently. This isnt necessarily bad. Just a bit..lonely.
I wrote another blonde girl song when I was skyping with Shane!!! It's amazingness in literaturistic form. I <3 using big words hehe.
Blonde girl wants some poptartsDo you like it? Shane thinks it's amazing.
Maybe then her song, she could startbecause without these delicious beingsthere is no point for blonde girl's singingfor she likes to sing about what she lovessuch as knives and poptarts and balloons and dovesShe could always write shane a songbut it would most likely be too longbecause blonde girl is not good at writing songsbecause they usually do not rhyme :)
You have to enjoy the small things in life sometimes. Like...good conversations with friends or rainy days. Imma make a list.
- BBQ chips
- Good conversation
- Punk remakes of pop songs
- Skype
- Kesha on a sad day
- Coke in coffee mugs
- Eddsworld
- Starbucks
- Wearing Joseph's band hoodie when it's cold
- Writing letters back and forth on index cards
- Making up stories in PE
- Singing in the witching hour
- Dancing when you think you're alone
- Synesthesia
- Dusty books
- Having grey eyes
- Being short
- Lacy curtains
- Cicco's oreos
- Clouds
- Blue crayons
- Breezy days
- Pajama pants
- Painted toenails
- You
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Bored On a Saturday Night; Might as Well Make A Post
Whoa, I haven't made any posts on this blog....ever. Well ,that stops now.
Call me Tarin. It's not my real name, nor is it even close but it'll do. I originally started this blog so I could see the "Hell" I created using an app that just gave me a couple dozen lines of HTML to paste onto a blog. I guess this'd be a better place to talk about my life than facebook though. If you forgive my southern drawl and horrific grammar.
Anyway, if you're actually reading this I would normally say you had no life, but considering how I'm sitting at my computer on a Saturday night eating popcorn chicken I dont think I can say that without being a hypocrite. On that note, since I live in southern Alabama (SOUTHERN Alabama, which means 10 times worse than -just- Alabama) there really isn't much to do on a Saturday night. I usually find some sort of social plans though.
Call me Tarin. It's not my real name, nor is it even close but it'll do. I originally started this blog so I could see the "Hell" I created using an app that just gave me a couple dozen lines of HTML to paste onto a blog. I guess this'd be a better place to talk about my life than facebook though. If you forgive my southern drawl and horrific grammar.
Anyway, if you're actually reading this I would normally say you had no life, but considering how I'm sitting at my computer on a Saturday night eating popcorn chicken I dont think I can say that without being a hypocrite. On that note, since I live in southern Alabama (SOUTHERN Alabama, which means 10 times worse than -just- Alabama) there really isn't much to do on a Saturday night. I usually find some sort of social plans though.
George Bush
Circle I Limbo
Circle I Limbo
PETA Members
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Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind
That annoying guy in all of my classes
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow
The Pope
Circle IV Rolling Weights
Circle IV Rolling Weights
Hipsters
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Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled
River Styx
General asshats
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Circle VI Buried for Eternity
River Phlegyas
That guy who wants to burn me at the stake
Circle VII Burning Sands
Circle VII Burning Sands
Osama bin Laden
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Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement
That person who hates everything I stand for
Circle IX Frozen in Ice
Design your own hellCircle IX Frozen in Ice
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