TWENTY.SECONDS.OF.INSANE.COURAGE
At fourteen years old and a knack for being awkward, I'm Sam. C:
Stuff here caught my attention.
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- My Friends: Like omg I had the best day ever! I went to the mall and the movies and an amusement park and a concert and I did all these cool things with all my cool friends and just posted all these silly photos of us on Facebook because we're so quirky and awesome and I'm going to do all of it again tomorrow~!
- Me: I sat in a dark room and looked at pictures of cats while stuffing my face in my PJ's.
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- Him: Can we...you know...just talk later or something...?
- Me: Yeah, you know, that's fine. It's not like what you've just said is hurting me or anything. Pfft. No way. Not me. And what you just heard wasn't my heart breaking. It was probably just some planes crashing into the ground, that's all. No big deal.
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we’re all like this weird combination of wade and sheen
With a dash of Vicky
(Source: cumberbunches-of-oats, via madtophat)
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REASONS WHY MY FATHER'S GREAT: He likes Supernatural.
- Bro: And then, that guy shot the other dude...
- Father: Sam?
- Bro: Yeah, Sammy-
- Father: Excuse me
- Father: No
- Father: You can't call him that
- Bro: Call him what? Sammy?
- Me: Dude.
- Me: It's Sam.
- Father: Only Dean can call him Sammy.
- Me: Yeah.
- Father: Duh.
- Me: Pfft.
- Me: Noob.
- Father: He's a total noob.
- Me: I know, right?
- Father: Yup.
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Why I hate spoilers, and fucking loathe flip-flops.
I was super stoked to see the Avengers movie. I had made plans to see it with friends, too.
Unfortunately, both my friend and I had developed some mysterious ailments the day of, and both could not go.
Well, I went to school today, and this happened to be the best freaking movie of all fucking time because everyone I knew who had seen it were talking about it nonstop. After all, they’ve all just become such nerds and geeks because they just watched a movie about superheroes.
I had made it through the day without hearing much, thank god, until I got to art class. The very art class where my day had gone to shit.
Not only did my teacher and fellow student completely fuck up the ending for me, but as I was trying to get away, I accidentally ran into the floor as my flip-flop decided to get stuck behind my chair.
As anyone who has belly-flopped onto the ground knows, the floor has now tasted your blood and it most likely will want more the longer you stay down there.
So, hopping up and placing my hands on my hips, I proudly proclaim that this experience was probably the worst thing I had ever felt. Confidence is supposed to hide your complete and utter embarrassment, right? Either way, I sit back down and get to work like a proper student that didn’t just make a total fool of herself while my teacher and class is dying of laughter.
After a while of laughing it off, I realize, dear Lord, my toe had ripped in half and I was bleeding all over my shoes. Not only that, but I had two bruises on my hips, two on my kneecaps, two on my elbows and shoulders, and one on my head all about the size of grapefruits at that point. I was indeed a hot, albeit bleeding, mess.
After a couple visits to the nurse, I ended up walking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame for the rest of the day.
Hence why I hate spoilers, and fucking loathe flip flops.
