If Only My Life Were This Interesting.

I’m sorry.

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fuckyeahjoeyrichter:

orderofthestarkid:

Seriously… the person who made this is fucking brilliant.

I can’t remember if I reblogged this here or not already, but how awesome would Glee be if this was The Worblers?

orderofthestarkid:

Seriously… the person who made this is fucking brilliant.

I can’t remember if I reblogged this here or not already, but how awesome would Glee be if this was The Worblers?

If I was in a Horror Movie………….

It would be the worse horror film ever! For real- Because nothing would happen. I am dead ass serious.

Yes- I WOULD go camping with my friends…

and yes… I would roam around the woods, maybe getting lost…

And, I would even spy on some random person we saw going through the woods.

But if we saw some crazy psycho dragging a dead body into his house, my first instinct would not be to follow him into the house! I mean, really, WHO does that?! What compels these idiots in these films do to what they do! No, no no no no.

It just doesn’t happen…

I would stop it right there, and punch which ever friend says “like, oh em gee, we should, like totally go inside, and like, help!” My response would be, “You can go die if you want, but hand over the car keys first, stupid.”

Nope, I would not, in a million years, go into a house with a killer… Hell no!!

I would go to the car, and go the fuck home.

And if the car didn’t start, I would take out my cell phone, call 911, then call AAA.

And if my cell phone didn’t have service, I would grab a gun, or a knife, or a goddamn torch, and walk the fuck home, because ain’t no damn WAY am I staying in some fucked up woods, with a fucked up KILLER on the lose.

And, if, for some reason, I was already in the house when the killer came in, I would get the fuck out. I wouldn’t hide, and try to take him on, I would leave. and go HOME.

If he caught me, I wouldn’t even try to fight back. I would have so many problems with my body…

I would do is cry, piss and shit myself, and probably have a heart attack..

And, if they locked me up, and my dumb ass friends came to save me, i would bitch them out.

“WTF are you doing in this house?! ARE YOU MENTAL? INSANE? OR JUST PLAIN RETARDED?? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WHILE YOU AN, AND YOU CALL SOMEONE. THE POLICE, THE FIREMEN, THE SWAT TEAM FOR CHRIST SAKE. CALL SOMEONE WHO CAN ACTUALLY SAVE ME, NOT JUST STAND THE FUCK AROUND AND DIE. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, AND GET SOMEONE TO SAVE ME, YOU FUCKING STUPID AHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH” <— At the point, I would just scream… I would be so angry with my friends, I would just shout… To much in a rage to think of the words to describe how I feel.

And, don’t even get me started on Saw… I would rather him shoot me than have to cut off a foot, or smash the bones in my hand until I can squeeze it through my hand cuff…. fuck that shit.

garfieldminusgarfield:

Try G-G the book.

uhg

Sometimes you make me wanna jump off a building.

(a short one)

voldemortoutbitches:

(via catversushuman)

NOT. I’m NOT going to blame her.

Damn. Sucks how one typo, one missed word changes the WHOLE tone, eh? oops.

So, I want to be a vet. How fun!

*sigh*

For a looong time, I was going to go and do film stuff. You know. Go to school for it… try to get a job in it… try to be successful in it… You know. Do what people do in their chosen profession. I mean. For a long ass time. For five plus years now, that was the goddamn plan…

Well, that was (here’s the kicker) my mom’s plan, at least… >.>
Now, I’m NOT going to go blame her for me wasting all that friggin’ time. I mean, the only thing she really did was force me to take the stupid T.V. production class in the 7th grade, when I really just didn’t want to. But, it was pretty much my own doing to keep taking it in high school. And it was my own doing to be retarded about.

For a long time, I tried to be like… “Yea… yea… I’m totally into films… yea… like… yea…”
Don’t get me wrong. I still LOVE films. It’s like a little escape from this poop filled world. But… I just… How can I explain this?
I love a good film. I love a deep, mind fuck film. I love films that make me think, and I love witty films. And I love classics.
But-
I love cliche`, the good guys win, the girl gets the guy, everyone feels good about themselves, disney films. I love films with a moral lesson of “You don’t have to compromise who you are to get what you want.” and “As long as you try, you’ll be happy.” Those films, I literally… base my own life on.

As, fucking retarded as that is, I do.

Ad it’s like… I use to go to films, and watch them, and be like “oh… blah blah blah, analyze.” And it just was stupid. And I don’t do it right lol.
But now, when I go, just to watch and like a film, it’s just 1000 times better.

And now… No surprise here, I just don’t want to do it anymore. I want to work with animals. I love animals, and I love working with them. I love taking care of animals, and I love loving them. I love everything about them.

I love their innocent. I love how you can look at a puppy, and when they look at you they don’t see gender, color, race, religion, sexuality, anything. They just see a person they want to play with.

I love how scared a kitten will be when they first come in, but when you hand them a toy, and play with them, they fall in love with you, and trust you.

I love how every animal is just DIFFERENT.

Some animals love everyone, and some bond with just one.

Some rely on sense of smell, some rely on sound.
Some are vegetarian, some eat meat.
Some need to be with others, some need to be alone.

And they all love you. The more time you spend with them, the more they love you. Their love is unconditional.

And I love that. I love animals, and I love working with them.

And, I think I wanna be a vet.

Sooooooooooooooooo… I’m being weird and stalker-ish on tumblr, and…….

Someone was complaining about being fat, and not being able to exercise because someone wouldn’t drive them somewhere so they could ride their bike… or walk.

And I was just like

wtf

If you want to exercise, GO OUT AND WALK. Why the FUCK do you have to GO TO A CERTAIN

omg

idk

that just… I was laughing preee-ttty hard.

Sounds like a ra-tard to me