Funny, but it speaks well of you…
This is getting uncomfortably close to, “Please don’t eat the yellow snow.”
jtem replied to your post: Making new friends is literally my favorite thing….
A man with a thousand friends has none.
To be perfectly honest, I’ve considered blocking you a number of times, but whenever I resolve to do it, I usually always remember that what you say makes sense in a poetic way, at the very least, and then I always come back to this one particular Lemony Snicket quote:
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”
But just because you didn’t ask for them or don’t like them doesn’t mean they’re not still useful.
You do know they were a pop band, right?
Of course I do. But the point is that they’re not currently mainstream, and they’re from the eighties, which is like the ultimate in hipster irony. A once-mainstream band, still around but fallen into obscurity.
You’re 17, for crying out loud! Unless you;re insane and go to Brigham Young, college is going to blow the doors off your social life. High school is nothing like real life.
Stop it! You’re starting to make me think that my humor is much subtler and wittier than it actually is!
jtem replied to your post: I read your response with an English accent in my head.
If you’re really British, than why are you still sober?
I’m… I’m not sure that makes any sense.
I never “Got” clothes hounds. I myself usually look like I’ve dressed out of a dumpster. I just don’t see the need to waste money on clothes
It all depends on the person, I suppose.
Personally, I started paying attention to clothes and the way I dressed because I’ve been tremendously insecure about my appearance, mostly my face, weight, and skin, for a long time.
While I personally
am not wouldn’t consider myself to be a superficial person, I think self-presentation is important in making a good first impression. I relate to people on a personal level far more than from how they look externally, but I understand that 1) not everyone does, and 2) it never hurts to present yourself in an appealing way and have a good personality. I aim for both.
And also, what necessitated today’s shopping trip was actually the fact that I have almost no summer clothes. I spent the last three years of my life in school uniform, and so by the time we moved back almost a year ago, I had outgrow basically all of my regular clothes. So I’ve slowly been building up my wardrobe again as the weather dictates.
jtem asked: I was going to volunteer to kiss you too, but I'm already feeling bitter over your inevitable rejection of me in favor of some grunge twink whom, though admittedly quite cute, will be a goddamn poseur who __Everybody__ knows can't really play that guitar, and is going to wind up in Law School like his dad no matter how long it takes, even if he's way into his thirties by then, by which time no firm is ever going to hire him and he's going to scratch out a living taking "Public Defendant" cases and mad-dog lesbian divorces, which will leave him unsatisfied so you know he's going to start drinking and maybe get a few DWIs, and you're supporting him with like three waitering jobs so you're always tired and you never have time to write, and between all the paper supplies you keep buying but never use and the grunge twink turned lawyer's rehab you're so poor you can only afford a tiny, miserable little apartment, and every night you lay your head down on your pillow, grunge/lawyer's hairy back turned facing you as he snores like a sinus infected pig, and you wipe the tears from your eyes and beg for the darkness to take you -- for that 8 hours of death which we call sleep to relieve you of your agony, even if only for a short while, and your very last thoughts before grunge/lawyer's snoring fades into the night and sleep finally envelops you is, "On the bright side, I might've ended up with that JTEM freak."
What is going on it is too late at night to comprehend anything help.
HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT!
…what, I’m late? Whatever.
It occurred to me that I bought each one of these in a different country:
- The Fame in the UK. (Epic layover in Heathrow Airport.)
- The Fame Monster in Bermuda.
- Born This Way here in the US.
I would also like to take this post to
thank the Academy welcome all of my new followers! Shoutout to jtem, gagasm, expressiveease, getouttayourhead, jefferee, ryantylerr, and kaamq! Thanks everyone!
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jtem asked: I might be convinced to follow you, but you haven't posted anything! Not in days! And why do I keep using exclamation points! I mean, like there! Shouldn't that have been a period! And again, THAT should have been a period! Right! Okay, yeah, I'm beating this concept into the ground, aren't I! I'll stop now! Now! Well, in a minute then!
I’m so sorry! My personal life got very busy suddenly, and looks like it will remain that way for at least the next week! I normally post at least once a day!
-kotori answered: short storyyyy
r0yalewithcheese answered: your boobies
troyisred answered: Short story! It’s been a while since we’ve seen some of your writing. Although r0yalewithcheese’s suggestion is fine too.
thelostfinch answered: Arlo, Arlo, Arlo. Please!
jtem answered: Talk about the weather.
Three votes for short story, two votes for boobies, and one for the weather….
Short story it is!