You could say that there are two types of people in the world, shower peers and dirty fucking liars. Unfortunately for you, I am here to tell you otherwise (Mostly because this trend needs to die and I feel like saying what I am about to say).
There is one type of person. We are all magnificent, exploring, innovative, devolving, wildly creative, self-obsessed, compassionate, weird, horrific, awesome homosapiens.
After failing miserably at Camp NaNo TWICE, I started getting into book covers because I am a photoshop geek like that. Here are some of my favorites that I thought you'd like. Feedback would be nice, and contact me if you want one for anything.
Thank you so much http://batmanisreal.blogspot.com for nominating me for the Liebster Award! Tada:
*Sparkles**Sparkles* THE RULES
You must share 11 things about yourself.
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I am extremely sarcastic but will only show you how amazingly wonderful *jazz hands* I am if I am comfortable with you because I'm weird/shy that way.
I microcatagorize (family of Gen Xers), so I like alternative punk rock and grunge from the late 80's and early 90's.
I sail all year despite living in New England, and yes, it is a sport.
I wish I knew more people.
My word for hoe is *farming equipment*
I think too much.
Maybe I have undiagnosed ADD or something BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS THINKING just like how that veggie IS REALLY a fruit but I forget its name. Seriously, what was it? If you think of a "vegetable" that is really a fruit, COMMENT IT BELOW.
I want to be a fashion photographer and start my own magazine some day.
I love album artwork and think that iTunes (how it's used) is ruining the culture of them.
That Progressive ad with the drug dealing aspect to Snapshot freaks me out.
Questions Para Mi
1. First of all, how are you?
I could be better. But I could be worse! But mostly could be better. And a little sleep deprived.
2. Favorite album?
Rubber Factory - Black Keys
3. Describe your favorite pair of socks.
There is nothing particularly special about this pair. Brown wool on the outside, white wool on the inside. Simple. But these socks have stood by me through almost all of my years of sailing, keeping me warm even on the days where it could have snowed.
4. If you could permanently change (or fix) something, what would it be?
I would make it so that nobody could fake anything about themselves. Be real.
6. Least favorite book?
In Time. I forget the author, but I feel I would be disgracing them anyways. But this book, this summer reading book, had so much potential. Then it failed miserably.
7. How much cash do you have on you right now?
8. How old are you?
13, my birthday being on March 20, the first day of spring!
9. Film or digital?
Digital, but I would use film if I had the access.
10. Have you ever taken a stand? If so, how was it?
For Adele, actually. Some rude guys I know were criticizing her size in comparison to her voice. Let's just say that with a few persuasive verbal gestures, they saw how awesome she is/was. But I wish I took more stands. I think about them a lot, think about what I should say, and watch everything happen.
11. Ever pulled a prank? If so, what was your best prank? If not, what prank would you consider pulling?
I NEVER HAVE. RIGHT. It would depend on who it was, and it probably would have to do with an inside joke.
Let me start by apologizing for the absence. My hotel in Nieuwpoort didn't have internet, so I had to leave you dearies. BUT I AM BACK. Anyways! Here is the beginning of another photo collection. Tell me what you think! :) (My favorite was too big of a file, but whatevs.)
Who doesn't want to people to think they're badass? Well, complete these ten steps, and you will be the ultimate bad ass in however long it takes you to do so. Once you have, you may look at the secret, the TRUE WAYS OF BADASSERY and the bottom of the post.
Remove all yogurt products from your residence. Seriously? Yogurt? Nobody, let alone a badass eats yogurt. Pfft.
Dye your hair a different color. Nothing says mystery like a new color to gawk at.
Get a cross necklace.
Ignore your friends. You're a lone wolf.
Burn every article of pink, purple, or yellow clothing. Eww you're not a princess.
Don't study or complete any sort of work.
Knock the living day lights out of your middle school bully.
Wear motorcycle boots.
Ignore all mainstream hipster stuff.
Start hating your family. They are the root of all that's evil in your life. How can you not see that.
No cheaters. Although it's badass... NO CHEATING.
I would have a juggling unicorn image here so you couldn't see the answer, but the video wouldn't work.
But you're welcome for this amazing entertainment.
Well here's the answer, so now I can go away forever.
11. You already are badass.
12. I'm sorry if saying hipster was offensive. It's a satire.
Netflix has soooo much stuff. Stuff like junk. Stuff like OMGOMGOMGNEEDTOSEETHAT. Stuff like ...eh.... So here is my guide to marathoning Netflix. Good luck. I hope you like my list for you. (Btdubs, Netflix claims my taste is Quirky, independent comedies. How refined.)
30 Rock - Need it be explained?
Futurama - You like it or you don't. But you will like it. So watch it. (Nixon is ridiculed to no end, so if you're a supporter of him stay away)
How I Met You Mother - I can't explain why it's funny. It just is.
That 70's Show - Campy yet funny.
Musts (Trust me.)
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Rock n' Roll High School
Love and Other Disasters
Assassination of a High School President
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
Semi-Favorites/Try It (I still love them, but you may not)
Saturday Night Live: Best of Commercial Parodies
Adventures of Tintin (Not a kiddie movie, I really love it)
Good luck navigating the mass of junk to find these gems. These are all instant stream movies (I checked)!! (Thought I'd throw that in there)
Just kidding. It's not about the cermingling of two twisted tales. These are just two stories I scribbled down. Care to listen? Please critique if you please.
The Blue Jade Press
Super Lady & Kryptonite
I want every splinter of you gone. Whenever my heart beats, that little strand of you punches against it. I want every part of you gone. Your thoughts, your memories, reminders, influences, being, sayings, inside jokes, expectations. I don't want to look at you and be reminded that I have to be ordinary. To live by others' standards. Why should you keep me from being the superlady that I am? Shouldn't I be flying through revolving doors and saving kittens (puppies, let's be honest) from trees?
(That font is SwingSet BB from Fonts.com if this shows up)
Mac never failed to follow his routine. Every morning came with a freshly steamed gray and blue tie (occasionally a red one if he felt daring), half of a cup of expresso, and the first three articles of the Wall Street Journal. Every morning was pristine and somewhat sterile, almost as if the days had been as starched white as Mac's dress shirts. All was in order, the numbers kept, every linen folded exactly the same as the day before. This is why Mac did his job so well. His orderliness was impeccable.
Of the few houseguests he had, they all believed he had a maid. When he shook his head, they all sighed in disbelief and partial disgust. It was a crime to make your own bed anyways. Mac mostly only ever had company to prove that the house wasn't haunted, but left his door locked after the first few years of forcing people into his house. Every time they would touch something, knock over a glass, or spill wine on his white rugs, white walls, white couch. It simply was not worth the hassle. And so his gate was left to swing in the wind, and make eery creeks for the children to squeal at.
Hey, don't tell me they're not related. Can't you see the connection? Philistine. (I still love you)