Things I want to do
1) Fancy McDonalds: go to a McDonalds in fancy clothing and use British accents. Have one person be a butler and put out fancy plates and cups on a table. Ask for the burgers medium well and ask if they have vinegar for the french fries. Put soda in the fancy cups and have the butler serve the meal. Talk about fancy things. Exclaim how flavorful the ketchup is. 2) Fake Identity Dinner Two...
“Solidarity! Solidarity! Solidarity forever. All for one and one for all. Solidarity forever.” solidarity (noun) unity or agreement of feeling or action, esp. among individuals with a common interest; mutual support within a group
I slept in hills of wheat and pine Too many years have passed me by I come...– Equestrian (U.S. Royalty)
I can’t imagine a single person in our grade that I wouldn’t feel sick to the stomach for if they suddenly passed away. In fact, I’d go as far to say that I would break down and cry just knowing I wouldn’t ever pass that face on my way to class again. That face I may never even have spoken to. That person I may even have sometimes disliked. I would still cry. You search...
You can never go wrong with a onesie on a rainy day. Bonus points if you wear it in public. Mega bonus points if you bring your dog with you and have it run around an empty office building off leash. And if security tells you to leave: automatic A+. Not that I’ve done that or anything. Just hypothetically.
sometimes what seems bad is actually a blessing in disguise :)
Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid. -Albert Einstein
The Pursuit of Happiness: 15 Lessons to Keep in... →
gosh these are all so true and so easily forgotten
“No, I don’t like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work,—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality—for yourself, not for others—what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.” ...
“You know I hate, detest, and can’t bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me. There is a taint of death, a flavor of mortality in lies,—which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world—what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do. Temperament, I suppose…Do you see...
Its nice to let loose and live once in a while
one of my biggest flaws is that I have high expectations. people constantly disappoint me and they never even know it. i’d rather be ugly than invisible.