Apparently, math is my Filipinos friend’s orgasm. Instead of a Playboy Magazine, he brings his calculus book into the bathroom.
Pokemon is pretty much a shipping goldmine, huh? I’ll love to see someone try to ship all of the possible pairings.
I like to think that babies and animals are good judges of character. That is, before they develop personality traits. Partially kidding there.
I babysit a lot of babies and toddlers. Many of them dislike me because I’m pretty darn serious around them. I’m the serious parent…not the ‘fun’ parent. I’m the one telling them they can’t have candy because they have no teeth to keep them from choking. Then there’s a girl who just ‘dislike’ girls. Loves the boys though, and she doesn’t even know how to crawl yet! And that’s the thing, that’s part of her personality. So is the hating me for being serious. Those kids have grown up to just be completely out-of-hand. But the few kids who do like me are just the most docile, sweetest kids ever! (‘Specially Landon…I love that kid. So much so, I worry that my love for him will be greater than my future child.) It’s almost the same with animals.
Many animals like me…favors me even. ‘Cept for the ones who were born to seriously guard their homes.
First post even though I held this account for years. I wish I could have filled this blog with all my past memories…sigh…but I don’t see why not start now.
Open house is tomorrow, Graduation tomorrow, and college after this summer. I am terrified…actually, I’m just pissed. College can and should kiss my ass. I’m paying for their swimming pools and student lovers so that they can give me bookwork from my overpriced textbooks. Plus, I don’t give a crap about being independent, just because you live with your parent doesn’t make you a dependent momma’s kid with reverse empty nest syndrome. If you’re holding a good job and helping out a helluva a lot, you’re damned independent. College better be good… so far all I’ve seen are idiots waiting to party away their lives yet still manage to make it in society because they got parental money for it. So who’s independent now?
Yeah, this subject’s been bugging me, so I figured, “Why not rant here where most of your friends won’t be seeing?”