Drapetomania

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*Not an update.*

I know, I know, I just talked to you guys but I have lots to say so here I am again:)

First off, drapetomania. It is a word, you can go look it up.

Drapetomania: an overwhelming urge to run away. I have this whole board on Pinterest that contains the meanings of words that you didn't know existed. 

Ex: Finifugal- hating endings; of someone who tries to avoid or prolong the ending of a story, relationship, or journey. 

I will be sharing these words with you as I find them. 

Moving along: My mouth feels like someone is drilling into my teeth. I have an 'overbite' so guess who got springs attached to her braces? Yep, it would be me! I got them yesterday morning and I have only eaten ramen since then. I will be getting these medieval torturing devices off in for months so call me in four months, I'll be glowed up by then;) 

I am shaking as I write this because I just danced for two hours straight. Did I mention I dance? Mostly contemporary, a little bit of ballet (but I didn't start early enough so I ma not flexible), and I just started learning tutting. I didn't cool down before I came on here so I am hardcore drinking from this huge water bottle. I have a brain freeze but it's all good. 

Also, I am getting a little annoyed right now. I had been listening to a contemporary playlist (I don't take classes, I watch youtube and sometimes my neighbor, who dances, comes down and helps me. It's really just a hobby and I hate running so its also my workout). Anyways, the beginning songs on said playlist were really good and then about five songs later all I am getting is covers. Like popular songs, just the popular artist isn't singing them, and it's getting annoying. The only one I liked was the Radioactive one. But that's because Imagine Dragons has sick songs that sound good when anyone sings them. overall though, not happy with this playlist. 

What else? I started a drawing series, sort of. It's called "Polar Opposites" Basically where I draw two pictures split down the middle and connected.  Shoutout to my very lovely, almost-a-nerd-but-not-quite-there-yet friend, Alex for the amazing inspiration. I don't have an epicures, but they will be coming soon I promise:)

And hi Alex! I know you! (I know him) 

What else? Been listening to some good music lately. Update: Put the playlist I made on..much better than the other one. 

Guess the song:

Darling, I wanna see every inch of you
I get lost in the way you move
I wanna love you with the lights on
Hold you 'til the night's gone

I won't tell you what song, look it up this is the 21st century for Petey's sake! You have endless amounts of information at your fingertips, maybe you should use it more! 

Says that as I spend two hours scrolling through Pinterest, looking at pictures of cute puppies, probably gaining back all the calories I worked so hard to lose during dance. 

*Sighs* I am bored. Very bored. You know what we should do? Q&A. That'd be fun. If enough of you tell me you want it to happen, I will do it. Maybe it could happen in the next .5 seconds? No, too soon. 

Okay well...I'll be here.

It's getting hot in here...so take off all your JACKETS! Gosh, don't be so dirty minded. 

I tired to convert another dirty song lyrics like I did up there but it failed dramatically. Crashed and burned. Swam with the fishes. Blew up like a balloon. Just went POP and no more witty song lyrics.

Ahhh help me boredom is going to rot my brain at an early age and I won't have anymore friends...actually. Come to think of it-how many... One, two, three, four. And it's official. I only have four friends. I am a lonely, lonely noodle. 

Oh poop. My Wifey, Akira, always called people noodles and now I'm sad because she is getting homeschooled next year and now I miss her.

I love you darling, don't get remarried, don't do drugs, don't talk to strange gentleman, stay safe. 

^That's our thing, she would walk with me to the gate thing at our school so I could walk home and when I turned my back to her she would shout that, and then Elijah would shout "You are a strong independent woman!" He is probably 66% gay. Not using that as in insult. 

UGH! You are tired of reading this an dI am tired of writing aimless things because my hands are cramping up and I keep hitting the wrong keys. WHY DON'T THEY HAVE AUTOCORRECT ON MY COMPUTER?  


Okay...I am calm now.  Update; I use Spotify to listen to my music...so I am just sitting here, enjoying Troye Sivan and an Airheads Bites commercial comes on.

You can pop like this, or you pop like that. Air heads Bites, cause bites are where its at blah blah blah. I about stabbed my ear with my pencil. This commercial has come on 12 times in the last two hours! 12 times!!

I'm starting a petition to be rid of this commercial ..it is very annoying and furthermore contributes to the pain in my mouth. Not fun.

Emma go now cause ya'll are probably waiting for me to leave so you can go back to the snap gram and the instachat. Haha, if I was an elderly gal with a cardigan and pearls. 

What do you call batman when he skips church? 

Christian Bale!

Never gets old..I told that one to my bone doctor when I went into surgery and I was under anesthesia. Basically I kept yelling that and now whenever I go for a check up, everyone calls me Bale. "Bale, we are ready for you in the back." Yeah...we have fun. 

Keep Shining loves!

I'm back, although you didn't know I had left...my dog was chewing something and I went to get it out of his mouth. IT WAS QUASIMODO. MY QUASIMODO. I made him out of tinfoil, an old spatula, and a sharpie. Now he is gone. 

Long story short, my brother and I had this competition to see who could make the bets statue and I made a whale that looked like a slug with fins and my brother made an owl that looked like a box with eyes. I named mine Quasimodo because it was the first thing that came to mind.

I will go now, sincerely, 

Never forget Quasimodo the whale he was a greta friend and the only whale I eve loved  Rest in peace my friend, I will be seeing you in a couple of days when I have to pick up dog poop, sad but true.

  

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