December 2009
84 posts
“is zachary quinto really gay?” —Rachael Smith
This is a question that I too have pondered long and hard. I think it’s one of the mysteries of life, like the great pyramids, or soufflés. In contemplating Mr. Quinto’s sexuality and trying to communicate with him via Earlobe Telepathy, I have yet to discover the answer. Yet, selfishly, I must admit that I hope these...
Rachael Smith
“i would never get tattoo. for a while, i was thinking that maybe i would if i could think up something really cool. but now i realize, even if i thought up something really cool, i still wouldn’t do it. sorry (but not really) if this is disturbing to you, but i want to be able to stand in front of my future husband naked and be completely clean. even if i might not be a virgin by then, i...
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54 of them were Noah going through every wish of “happy birthday” people left on my Wall and “liking” them.
I love life so, so much.
Thank you all for being part of it! I am so grateful!
Thoughts
In 2 minutes I’ll be 2 freaking decades old. I’m pretty sure that when that happens, my skin will wither and all happiness and hopes and childlike dreams will be taken away. I’m pretty sure that’s what happens. I read a peer-reviewed article on it once in one of the library databases. Or, as Gary says, “and then u get a job at an office and get hit on by...
I know what you mean with that. I think that every season has some magic to it. I also love the smell of sunscreen. I love the smell of chlorine as well, and how warm dust fills up your nostrils when you go outside in the woods. Summer nights are always the best for me, because it’s not so sweltering and the crickets are singing and the sidewalks are cooling down. That truly has magic in...
So this little vacation to Disney Land has been...
thhhpt:
Out of the two and a half days I spent in the parks, my family never even PASSED BY the Nemo ride!
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My necklace smells like BBQ sauce.
Foo, you should have asked to pass by the Nemo ride. No one ever expressed any interest to even go that way.
If I Could, I Would
So many people hate this time of year, and it makes me legitimately sad. It’s almost as if I feel insulted when someone says it, like I’ve done something wrong, and my insides recoil like a little earthworm on a sidewalk and my voice grows quiet and timid. I look at those people who can’t see the magic abundant in everything and I’m sure that they must be able to detect...
Man wearing a top hat that looks less like Dustin Hoffman than he should: I thought you left already.
Man walking up the stairs who looks like an Indian Dustin Hoffman: What?
Top hat: I thought you left already
Indian Dustin Hoffman: Hm?
Top hat: I said, "I thought you left already."
Indian Dustin Hoffman: Well you thought WRONG! *marches up the stairs*
It's true
I’m sitting in Dodge College of Film and Media arts at this very moment, pondering the meaning of life and feeling gross from my food choices and lack of exercise these past few days, and I came upon a realization. Everyone in this building looks like Dustin Hoffman. At least, everyone except for this one guy who walked by who looks like a flamboyant Chris Pine. He makes me laugh evert...
I just devoured an enormous amount of cereal in order to attempt to get rid of the milk in my refrigerator before the day ends. I also was hoping to finish off one of the three boxes of cereal that are in my food drawer in the room. None of these things have been accomplished.
My belly feel like an oven in which a hideous beast is rising. “Blehrb,” it says,”Blehrb, blerhrb,...
“New game
Lets put all of our social seruriy numbers in a hat then ill take the...”
– Just wanted to say that my acting teacher from last semester plays the mom in this. Unfortunately it’s getting canceled. I didn’t follow it
or watch it, but
I feel bad for her.
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Question
What tumblr themes allow the most freedom with adding your own background image? I always have trouble finding them, and it seems that very few will allow the background image to be adjusted.
Anyone know?
Roy
Walt Disney’s nephew, Roy, died today. I’m pretty sad. He died one day after the anniversary of Walt’s death.
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2gt8uG/micechat.com/forums/news/128818-roy-e-disney-has-died.html
Also, speaking of uncles and death, I had a dream last night that my uncle was murdered. Right before he was killed, I guess he found out that the death of my cousin back...
“In my home town yesterday, this lady was shot dead at an elementary school...”
– Guy in the café
“So she was turned away
To hide her face, her lips, her guilt among the trees,...”
– The Metamorphoses by Ovid
The Play and the Flight - Jan A.P. Kacsmarek;...
Confession of the Day:
My first crush started in kindergarten. It was on a fella named Bradley Johnson. Brad and I were good friends.
This was Brad in the fourth grade:
This is Brad now:
In the first grade, that is when everyone started talking about crushes and it’s when the idea of cooties probably started, I think.
I had heard that Shannon Buckley had kissed Eric Stanton on the cheek and it was the...
Confession of the Day:
The buttered popcorn Jelly Bellies are one of my favorite flavors.
I also like black licorice.
I want to make snowflakes with your hair, and if your eyes ever become frozen over with tears, I want to ice skate upon your lashes until they thaw and become soft and fleeting and warm again.
Noah! I had a nap dream earlier today that I was...
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Confession of the Day:
Throughout my freshman year of high school, I identified with the Republican party. After I realized that I really didn’t like either of the political parties, I just decided that I would be conservative.
To be honest, I was absolutely terrified of expressing any sort of conservative idea at Notre Dame for a while. There was so much blatant hatred aimed at things that leaned to the Right...
Dream
I had a dream last night that I was away, beginning study abroad, but I was in this little inn in asia. It looked more like a waiting room, or one of those bland, carpeted rooms with vending machines acting as the only lights aside from a bit from the windows. I was with a group of other girls, although I can’t remember any of their faces.
Eddie Izzard then walked in and talked to the nice...