whattheactualf-ck:

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE DISNEY

Project Runway Season 9, Project Runway Accessories, and eight episodes of Project Runway All Stars???!!! 

OMIGAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

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Read all about it:

Lifetime Website

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Poor unpopular Suede.

robin-sparkles:

• • and how all the kids that got on that show were fucking dumbasses
  • like seriously
  • the show came on every other fucking day 
  • there are only three pieces of the silver monkey statue
  • THE PIECES ARE THE SAME EVERY TIME
  • AND YET
  • every time some little shit gets to the end it’s OHHH WHICH WAY DOES IT GO
  • like Kelly here
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  • Kelly, let me ask you a question
  • what the fuck were you doing in the time between finding out you were going to be on Legends of the Hidden Temple and actually being on Legends of the Hidden Temple
  • did you prepare
  • did you even try
  • do Moon Shoes mean nothing to you
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  • because every other child in America had that fucking combination of statue pieces internalized by age three in hopes of one day receiving the once-in-a-lifetime chance to put on one of those glorious t-shirts and maybe win some Sock’em Boppers or a sweet-ass pair of Skechers 
  • and I am just wondering why the fuck you haven’t done your part
  • do you think you are too good for this
  • do you hate America, Kelly
  • do you

OH MY GOD MY FIRST REAL POST. EXCITEMENT.

So before school ended last April, I decided that I wanted to make this summer productive. This was, after all, the summer where I’ll have my 19th birthday. And since I was still not able to do things that people thought were appropriate for my age, I made a small to-do list in my head. (And now I have a tumblr account to share it with you guys! lololol k)

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This summer, I wanted to:

- Learn how to drive

- Learn how to cook 

- Start going to the gym (HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA)

- Start a blog 

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Since the first and second choices elicited screams of terror from my father and mother, respectively, and the third choice would disrupt the laws of the universe (srsly), I opted for the final choice.

Pictured: screams of terror

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I forgot how I justified “starting a blog” as something productive in my head. But it would keep me busy, I think. Besides, I think a blog would provide a few benefits, despite being unproductive. And I’m writing this down now, before my brain nags me and goes WAI U DO SOMETHING ST00PID? again.

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1. A thinking/rant space would be healthy, especially when my favorite reality competitions go back on. At least now I can pretend that a person is intently listening to my rant about so-and-so’s elimination, as opposed to having to rely to the imaginary friends I talk to when pooping/walking to the LRT.

2. I see tumblr thingies that I want to share with people, but wouldn’t know how without a tumblr account. Lolol.

3. It could possibly improve mah writing skeelz. Which would be great, because a thesismate has already pointed out that my writing skills suck and has already foreseen problems that could arise from this.

4. My notebook will have more space for doodles and actual important shiz, like deadlines and to-do’s and stuff. (I feel so executive-y!)

5. Now I can actually do something on the computer when I have run out of things to do and just resort to refreshing the Facebook page over and over again.

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And with these five semi-useful benefits, I create my blog/tumblr/whatever. Hee. 

Yay. Here’s to more think-out-loud sessions in the future!

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ok lol I’m such a n00b. How do I add spaces in between paragraphs without having to resort to dots? :))

So I decided to make a tumblr account. (As if I hadn’t joined enough useless websites. Twitter was as useless as when I left it two years ago.)

I still have no idea what this does. Or what I’m supposed to do here.

But I guess this would kill some time. 

Or serve as a good place to rant, some time in the future.

What.

Ok.