I tried recording something for you in Audacity, but it’s a butt and won’t let me save it, so next time I see you online or catch you on the phone, you’re being sung at! :>
And I love making people smile.
I’m sorry Christy I scampered off to bed cause I’m just feeling…meh. :c
But, but, but, OH, I HAVE AN IDEA!
And I love making people smile.
I’ve been super crazy busy lately and haven’t touched my ‘main tumblr’ in ages, so uah, HI!
If anyones got sugguestions for songs I should learn on my ukelele let me know! OuO
If I work up the courage, I might just post some recordings of the songs I learned!
So, yeah, hi! :3
But I feel like complete shit.
Emotionally, physically, mentally.
I just want to go back to my room, and melt into my blankets and roll back to home instead of driving.
I know this sounds sappy and like I’m being sad, but…
I’m honestly looking forwards to the day when I have someone that thinks of things like going to an aquarium to mimic the fish or sitting in the a dark room and playing with glow in the dark stars is their best day ever. That just strikes me as the kind of thing people that are in love do.
And I’m really looking forward to sharing my time with whoever they are.
And I’m sitting here, looking up at my celling, accessing my celling dicks (don’t question it, just roll with it.) thinking about life, my major, the work I’ve been doing, just basic stuff. I haven’t slept yet, and I don’t think I’m going to until much later tonight unfortunately, but that’s work for you. However while thinking about all of this, my brains finally processing the fact that I made it through freshman year and the hell of foundations year. This fills me with a great sense of pride (and honor for my cow.). This does bring to mind the whole thought of next year and what a mess my schedule is, but hopefully I’ll get it figured out.
So I’m basically relaxing and taking mental inventory on my life thus far and it dawns upon me that I’ve been living with Miranda for half of this year, and I’m going to be living in an apartment with her next year. I’m not going to lie, we kind of decided to live together on a crazed whim in the middle of the first week after we came back from Christmas. It was a matter of like, 48 hours of ‘I’m going to be alone. :1 This is going to go terribly.’ ‘I’m not completely happy with my rooming situation and kind of sleep way too much.’ (insert friends suggestion of us moving in together and how perfect of a situation that would be) ‘…’ ‘…’ ‘Wanna move into the empty single in my room?’ ‘Sure, lets ask and see if it’s ok.” /further research proves it is, and thus, our kawaii dorm life was born/.
I’ve signed a contract to live with her next year.
If anyone knows Miranda and I, or our behavior, or our seriously kawaii life (here’s lookin at you tumblr) then you can immediately tell that this is going to be
FUCKING. AWESOME.
Just felt I should share my sleep deprived musings.
Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.
Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.
I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.
Always reblog
One of mty favorite episodes ever.
Every time I watch this episode, I bawl my eyes out.
And I’m on the verge of ‘tumblr social justice blogging’ about the dumbest stuff.
Honestly, I don’t think anyone gives 2 shits about half of what I was going to say.
Pfffff, before one can act like an entitled tumblr user, one must first acquire an ego.
Speaking of egos, I think they’re in season, I should pick up a fresh one from Whole Foods.
That is where you get them, right? That and sleep.
