It's Thorsday. So behold.... a beautiful picture of Thor. Though it is awkwardly long and is going to make an awkwardly awkward space which is why I am writing an awkwardly long, rather awkwardly grammatically incorrect sentence with no sort of contractions (is that what they are called?) because I am trying to fill the space in so just bear with me cause I am just kind of awkward and I know that you are all probably rolling your eyes (especially Mercy) at how awkward and grammatically incorrect this sentence is and how there has been about one comma. well build a bridge and get over it because I think I'm done. Except I'm not. I'm going to switch things up and post my post first and then reply to y'all. Just thought I'd let you know. so you don't get all freaky on me. just calm down yo. Also, Captain America comes out tomorrow (he's kind of like Thor right?) and all my friends are going to the midnight premier (except actually the 10pm showing) and I'm not and I may or may not be super jealous. Okay so I'm actually super jealous.
Girls, I can't even begin to tell you how incredibly happy this dog has made me in the past 2 days. She's so sweet and lovable and yet she gets so playful and she wants to do is chase you around and nip at your hands and anything else that comes close to her mouth. And even though my feet are super gross from running outside barefoot about 10 times a day to let her poop, my hands have that weird dog smell and I think our house is picking it up too, my mom talks to the dog more than anyone else, I don't get much school done because of her, and I spent the day clearing the yard so that she wouldn't get into stuff she's not supposed to, I still adore her. She farts when she sleeps and makes whole rooms smell like poop. She's constantly eating or sleeping (something I've very jealous of). My pants have pee on them and my sweatshirt got poop all over it. And when mom works, I'll have to get up at 7am to let her out and get her breakfast. But I really don't care. Because when she sits on my lap so she's comfortable while she chews her bone, or sleeps under the bench while I practice piano for an hour or jumps up at me the second she wakes up from her nap because she's so excited... *dies*
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| she's an amazing snuggling partner... if you can get her hold still for 4 seconds together |
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| she's also a fantastic dancer and enjoys listening to Taio Cruz the best |
And now to reply to all the past lovely posts.
I will say it again because I'm not sure if we made it clear yet, but the 100th post was epic. It really was just like an unfiltered conversation and I'm not sure how smart it was to put something like that on the internet... but yolo right? But I did feel really weird not writing a post by myself. Oh well. I got over it.
Laura, I enjoyed your post because it was quite beautiful and sad. Unlike Mercy, it did not make me want to be a senior. I have been feeling lately that I quiet enjoy the age I am now. Yeah, school is hard and friends are overly dramatic and stressful. But I'm not at the point where I need to leave yet and I'm okay with that. I think that the teenage years are the least utilized years of a persons life. Teenagers are known as lazy, selfish, stupid, and demanding. We're supposed to sit on our phones all day, date around, have no idea what we want to do with our lives or have crazy fantasies that we think will come true in which we know for certain what we want to study, who we're going to marry and how we're going to spend the rest of our life... but not until we graduate. Because why would we want to do anything before then? (sarcasm intended)
Girls, I don't want to grow up and realize that I went to college just because all my friends were doing it. I don't want to realize that I got a degree in something that I can never use or never want to use, just because people were expecting me to get it. I don't want to look back and realize that I made no difference in the world. Or worse, realize that I made a bad difference. I don't want to go with the flow of other teenagers. I want to know that I did what I did because I wanted to and it was for the benefit of other people. I want to know that when I had opportunities to do things, I seized those opportunities and didn't regret it. I want to cherish the friendships I have now because one day they might be gone. And I'm not saying that you can only live when you're a teenager and as soon as you move into your twenties you're an old person who can't do anything. or that once you go to college, you're suddenly out of touch with everything. I guess what I'm trying to say is that: I'm satisfied with where I am in life, and I want to live it up and make a difference for good and enjoy myself while doing it and not care if it's not the norm. And as I grow up and move onto new cities, new friends, new opportunities, I hope I'll be ready and just as excited as I am now. And next year when I'm trying to decide where I should go to school (or if I should go to school at all), I hope that I'm ready and that I don't regret the things I did or didn't do while in high school and that I lived my high school years to the fullest and made as many memories as possible. If this makes sense. Maybe it makes no sense at all. only in my head.
Mercy, I freaking love Dan + Shay and I'm so excited for summer and maybe I think you should buy me a hard copy of their CD for my birthday. Okay? okay *cries* and music is pretty much my favorite thing ever. as you already know. I always feel kind of weird writing this part to you because we live together and you already know everything.
Rose, I love love loved your post. I liked the John Green footnotes. And all the president facts. it was like a super interesting history lesson. And the Psych GIFs. holy cow I miss that show so much and it's only been about a week. maybe more. we're not quite sure *cries*
Okay, I have to go write for Camp NaNo so I'll just leave you with one last picture of my baby <3 Grace
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