Sorry it’s been a while, Tumblr. I don’t know why, but whenever something largely changes in my life, I feel the need to switch social media platforms. Lately I only post .gifs to Google+, and update my Twitter account. I missed my Tumblr! Mick brought up this site last night, and it reminded me that it is very neat-o.
My roller derby name will be Zeldangerous, unless someone can think of an awesome Dalek-themed one.
When 2 Fandoms collide. If that was Jensen Ackles, I would have died just now.
Sup, childhood?
Some thoughts:
- Remember California Diaries? They were like the Baby-Sitters Club’s edgy cousin. Dawn moved back to California, and her friends had eating disorders! And abusive boyfriends! And dying moms!
- The Westing Game is still so, so good. As is Ellen Raskin’s more underrated book, The Mysterious Disappearance of Leon (I Mean Noel).
- I recently found out that all of the Native American facts in Walk Two Moons are bullshit. I always liked Creech’s other books better, though. I bought Absolutely Normal Chaos at a Savers last spring, but I think I donated it to a children’s hospital while I was just home. I liked Chasing Redbird even better, because when I was twelve I wanted to camp in the woods by myself and build hiking trails. And Bloomability was my favorite, because of the Italian/Swiss aspects.
- I tried to read Tamora Pierce so many times and never ever could. I’m just not a fantasy person, unless it’s written by Neil Gaiman.
- I reread Bridge to Terabithia in the fall and I totally thought I was finally old enough not to sob like a tiny child at the end, and I was so wrong.
- I will never care about one genre of anything like I care about YA literature.
Holy Shit. What’s up Animorphs?! I totally even know that book #13 is the one about Tobias gains the ability to morph again! I need to re-read all of those books. BRB.
Shit Just Got Real
OKAY TUMBLR. I NEVER UPDATE YOU EVER BUT HERE THIS GOES. THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO OH MY MADELINE BECAUSE AS MUCH AS I TRY MY DRINKING NIGHTS WILL NEVER BE AS AWESOME AS HERS. BUT I AM GOING TO TRY.
Old Port Last night. Pre-gamed at Hallie’s place close by. Rum and coke. Check. Whiskey sours out of blue solo cups. Check. Tequila shots. Check.
DANCEDANCEDANCEDANCEDANCEDANCE. Check.
I think Pete and I talked about penis size at the bar while the Bruins game was on. Check.
By the way those tequila shots were at a bar. One shot was the size of too many shots. Seriously, it could have been considered a small cup, like for children.
BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY. Puking (safely in a bathroom, sorry girl who I stole the bathroom for! You were ahead of me in line!) and then passing out at a table at Bull Feeny’s was pretty classy.
Also I think I was Hallie’s first girl kiss. Then Joe started making out with me. Instant tongue = instant gross! Plus, he is a pack-a-day smoker. YUCK. BUT I WAS DRUNK SO WHAT DO YOU WANT. And he is gay. He was just trying to get into Pete’s pants all night anyway.
Just outside: waiting for a cab. Puking in a trash can. How can I top this? A dude walks by without most of his teeth and offers Pete and I some crack to help with my dry heaving.
Faceplant on Hallie’s couch: wake up at 7am good to go.
Tonight is Fajita Grille and Galactic Bowling with Adam/Jolie and Pete/Erica and hopefully Sam/Chris. TRIPLE DATE: WATCH OUT.
Well that speech was shorter than I thought…
Literally the greatest GIF of all time.
(Thanks, Sindew.)
1428. Puppy Eyes. Awwwwwwwwwwwww times infinite. Does anyone’s puppy face beat this baby’s?
So cute!
