http://xkcd.co
I'd become a math teacher, but I fugging hate math.
But I do have a slightly better perspective on Math. I mean, it's the only TRUTH in everything else.
Like seriously, how many of you fuggers can understand this perfectly?
http://hyperte
Sure, if you take the time to read it all (as I have done), look up the bits you haven't heard of before (as I have done), and apply what you know and just learned to trying out the different equations, it makes sense.
But before you do all of that, you have to admit, it's a different fugging language. Without having looked anything up, would you find a significantly unhelpful reference to 'Multiplicatio
I'm reading a comic that, at times, is far too intelligent for me.
Yes. I admit it. I do not have a NASA level education. Fuck, I dropped out of High School for fucks sake.
Doesn't mean I'm not smart! Just that college is next year.
Anyways, it makes me inexplicably happy when I read something complicated, with mathematical signs that I barely remember from advanced this or that, and references to people that I've only ever heard of once, in a lecture from a substitute that I don't even remember the name of, and I can UNDERSTAND it and find it HUMOROUS. FUCK. YES. for me.
http://xkcd.co
... Me, too.. isn't that weird? I seriously think about that ALL of the time. ^_^;;
"Christmas morning, Harry woke first, and bounded into the other bedroom in their flat,"
Me: Bounded? So, what, is Harry a deer now?
Josie: Well, his father was a stag..
Me: .. Whoa.. I didn't even mean to faux pas that one..
Us: -hysterical laughter ensues-
For the very first time, out of every book that I have read, every series that I have completed, I am content.
After four long years, and 11 thick, amazing books, I am not sad to see the end of it all. I am as happy as a clam at high tide. I feel .. so wonderful. The ending to the series was perfect. Words cannot describe - even calling it perfect doesn't do it justice.
I am.. so happy. I haven't been this happy, or any where near this happy, since last Christmas, in Romania.
God.. just.. perfect.
To anyone who has yet to read the series.. Please do. Truly amazing. Terry Goodkind, Sword of Truth.
I'm going to sleep now.
..Yay.. Just.... yay.
You know that you're crazy when, while reading a really good book, you stay up until 1 in the morning and then have to muffle your screams of agony in a pillow, to keep from waking up your parents, as something very significant happens that only someone who has read the previous books in this series 10 times before would notice.
So not freaking joking you, guys, my eyes became the size of dinner plates, my mouth opened wide, and I screamed in /pain/ of what just happened in my BOOK.
God. This book is so good.
Omg. Chapter 11 in Confessor is, like, the best. Ever. -sqeeee- I love this book! I never want it to be over!!!!!
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
While many of the soldiers were sleeping, others seemed always to be at work repairing gear, making weapons, cooking, eating, or engaged in drinking and raucous stories around fires as they passed the time waiting for their next opportunity at murder, rape, and plunder. All night long, it seemed, there were men testing their strength against one another, sometimes with muscle, sometimes with knives. Small crowds gathered from time to time to watch such contests and to bet on the outcome.
Terry Goodkind, Confessor.
Cj, Zeth, Rean, Ilie, Tanner, Hank, John, Julius, Jay, Sam.
No, NOT a list of people I've had sex with, thankyouverymu
How much longer until the day comes when I forget to think of you?
I pray that day will come soon, I can't take the torment.
"And I wanted to say something about your 'marriage is a little too far' comment. I don't want to be rude or anything, so I'll try not to be, but when you look at it technically - marriage is a federal thing. People can get married without a priest, preacher, etc. It's become something legal that has nothing to do with religion any more - because religion is separate from state and so on and so forth, as you well know. I'm Christian, so I don't agree with their actions, but it's not my right to tell them what to do when it doesn't involve me, or hurt anyone. This is also why I'm pro choice towards abortion; I can't tell someone else what they should or should not do, it's none of my business because I don't know them or know the choices/reason
But ANYWAYS, (geesh, sorry about ranting at you!) how is it our right, anyone's right, the GOVERNMENT'S right, to restrict a couple from all the LEGAL pleasures of being married, because our religions say it's not okay, or because we find it 'gross' or whatever? It's like our government has suddenly become Catholic again or something, and that is NOT okay, we are a /free/ nation."
Just a silly, quick minute rant I sent someone. Filled with grammatical errors and probably doesn't make sense. I dun care. Muwaha. ^_^
Cation, TMI for some guys out there that gag at the thought of menstruation!
Dodged a bullet there.
Damn stress, this is ridiculous, I haven't had a period for almost two months now. I hate when this happens, and it happens all the bloody time! I either get them one right after the other, or not at all for a really long time and then BOOM, I'm actually bawling in pain for five days straight, gushing. Ung. Ung!
Still. Thank the Lord there's not a baby. Phew.
Huh. Could be pregnant.
Let's hope not, mmkay?
Mmkay.
Well, if I'm not around very much, sorry. Probably getting kicked out of the house tomorrow.
Knew it would come to this eventually, just thought I'd get more time to save up money.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
. . . No.. fucking.. way.
The Backstreet Boys are back.
Holy shit.
So.
I dropped out.
On Monday.
Getting my GED, going to PCC next year. I'm pretty sure I have a job, starting it next week.
That's all. Take care, guys.
I can't believe that some people think it's alright to hit children.
Spanking. Good god. I don't know how many times I've been spanked - and did it change my behavior? Barely.
I mean, how could people be so stupid as to believe that punishing a child for hitting their peer by thwapping them is a good idea? It's ridiculously stupid. Just like doing drugs and then telling your kids not to do them. What the fuck.
Parents are hypocritical and completely fucked up. I don't think I want children, though, because I doubt I'd be any better.
currently extremely pissed off at my tablet. I wish that technology could read minds and react the way it should already, damnit.
The dictionary. Nouns. Verbs. Adjectives. They mean different things to everyone.
coxcomb: a vain, showy fellow.
chicanery: the use of trickery to deceive.
habitue: one who habitually frequents a place.
pellucid: transparent, clear; also, easily understandable
buss: a kiss; to kiss.
factitious: artificial; not authentic or genuine.
profligate: shamelessly immoral; also, recklessly wasteful.
bedaub: to besmear; also, to overdecorate.
bifurcate: to divide into two branches.
contumacious: obstinate; stubbornly disobedient.
firmament: the sky; the heavens.
arcane: understood or known by only a few.
perfunctory: done routinely.
temerity: unreasonable or foolhardy contempt of danger.
superannuated: old; discharged or disqualified on account of old age.
egregious: outrageously bad.
tutelary: guardian; protecting.
condign: deserved; adequate.
lambent: playing on the surface; flickering.
confabulation: familiar talk.
expiate: to make amends for; to atone for.
somniferous: causing or inducing sleep.
aubade: a song greeting the dawn.
cogitate: to think; to ponder.
persiflage: frivolous or bantering talk.
obfuscate: to darken or obscure.
calumny: malicious misrepresentat
ablution: the washing of the body or some part of it.
undulate: to move in waves.
cosset: to treat with excessive indulgence; to pamper
Think of those so commonly used words.
Me.
Water.
Sex.
Little.
What do they mean to you?
The buzzing of my computer alarm jarred me awake this morning. Still groggy, I turned it off, hid under my blanket, and promptly fell back to sleep.
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His face, his smile… the past few nights have been torture. I wake up believing that he has sent me a message, that he’s somewhere close, and when reality hits me like a train, my own self pity and loathing try to replace the void in my heart that he made.
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Do I consider myself a slut? No. It’s a dirty word, an insult, something bad. I’m more inclined to say nymphomaniac.
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Where do I get off thinking that it’s okay for me to be who I am? Because I can’t change? Because my mom was the same? Because it’s easiest?
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I look forward to my future, to all of the experiences that will continue to change me. My role models are the actions, emotions, appearances, of other people. This might make me vain. So I am vain. At least I can appreciate every person in my life. I appreciate the man who stole my virginity from me, for now I can better understand the pain and helplessness of others. I appreciate the way that my mother drinks every night, just to get to sleep, because her memories torture her sub consciousness. And I appreciate the time and effort you will take to read what I have written. The things that you think, the decisions you make, and how they will continue to make me into the woman I will one day be. Thank you.
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I'm so full of bullshit, I can hardly stand myself sometimes.