Everyone else isn’t even phased by it, but Dad can’t handle when we leave the mannequin (for costuming) lying around and always tries to cover it up by putting shirts on it and stuff. Apparently the fact that it’s fake, plastic, and detail-less is still enough to make him uncomfortable in hilarious ways. I think I’m gonna just start carrying it around the house and leaving it in places for him to find.
(if I look like a zombie it’s because all fluids in my head are trying to escape through my face today and I should really be in bed)
((special appearance by the lil sis))
….
Just remember: the internet is not real life. Everyone is behind a screen and can act however they want. You can’t do that in real life without consequences. And you have no idea who is behind that username. It could be your Gram Gram taking you on a ride.
Haters gonna hate. Gram Gram gonna hate.I’ve blocked Gram Grams from our YouTube channel, so it’s cool.
You guys joke, but blocking Gram Grams from my internet presence is my life!! *sobs in the corner*
Not because I’m doing anything shameful, but because she hates everything that isn’t gardening and hymns and insulting baseball players who have long hair.
ahhhh that first time you wash your hair after getting a haircut and you have a mini freakout when you can’t grab your hair to shampoo it and then you remember oh yeah haircut
my grandmother finally noticed that I don’t have her on my Facebook friends anymore. She’s been deleted since September when she publicly insulted my nerf repaint, which was a final straw in a long stream of negative judgmental comments she tends to leave for everyone (she’s very old school, and very much of a “tear it down if I don’t understand it” mindset).
trying to figure out how to message her and finally explain my feelings, instead of just continuing to ignore her has been stressful and draining. I still haven’t sent the response that I’ve been working on for over an hour… she’ll either finally see the problem and try to to better, or it’ll open up a whole can of worms because she’s so stubborn in seeing her hypocritical ways.
ugh. I’ve been so absolutely blessed to not have serious family drama… if this goes wrong or she takes my explaining my hurt feelings in a bad way, it’s going to make an upcoming family reunion pretty awkward. I don’t want to hit send, but I really need to…
horrorchampharvey said: And das why I queue things! :D I like em to reblog later but then forget so my queue is my best friend
naah if I did that, I’d have a queue a hundred miles long, constantly have to maintain its dates/times, and I’d still be spamming, except it would be 24/7! XD
Sometimes you just gotta let some posts go… because you… love them… or… some sort of other confusing parable I still have yet to make sense of…
“There is a fell voice on the air!”
Hey. If this snow won’t go away I may as well find a use for it.
I would have pulled out the entire fellowship but I just wasn’t dedicated enough to the bit to care about trying to keep 9 different figures from constantly face-planting in the snow.
And yes… Leggy isn’t strolling on top of the snow, but you know… face-planting…
So Dad got a cell phone today. In celebration, he decided to send his first text to my Mom, with the intent of sending “new phone yahoo!!”
Except Dad is bad at spelling and has no texting experience.
No autocorrect needed, he legitimately typed out and sent:
new phone ya ho
When people leave themselves open for blatant jokes you know you shouldn’t make and it’s driving you nuts to keep it in…
I wish I’d taken a picture before I started eating it because this is more than half gone, but I had a massive mutant strawberry yesterday and it felt like I was devouring the sweet tasty heart of an enemy.
~~the more you know~~
Gettin reeeeaaal tired of your crap, Winter.
I accidentally wore green today. I forgot it was St. Patrick’s Day until I noticed everyone else was wearing green too, and then I got mad because now people think I actually care about St. Patrick’s Day.
Oh well. At least I won’t get pinched.
Guy: *puts a bunch of stuff on my counter*
Me: *rings it up, then goes to the go-to questions* Did you need to buy a bag?
Guy: *has pulled out his phone and is yakking away*
Me: *trying not to outwardly seethe over one of the most annoying things someone can do to a cashier, decides to patiently wait until he’s done to try asking again*
Lady: *lines up behind him*
Guy: blahblahblah *tosses gift cards still on their backings onto the counter without explanation, still on the phone*
Me: *still waiting for him to hang up*
Lady: *looking at the guy, irritated too*
Guy: *finally finishes his phone call, looks at me expectantly as if he’s wondering why I haven’t taken his payment yet*
Me: Did you need to buy a bag?
Guy: Oh we’re buying bags now!
Me: Yes.
Guy: I didn’t know that, I guess I do need one. I don’t go out shopping much. That’s what women are for!! *looks at the lady behind him as if he’s just made the most hilarious joke*
Me: *jaw drops* … … … *starts to bag his stuff, hardly unable to contain my look of disdain*
Lady: oh yeah okay.
Guy: … *suddenly realizes he’s not getting laughs*
Lady: *turns around and leaves the line*
Me: *motions to gift cards, trying to move things along* Are you buying these or paying with them?
Guy: *pulling out credit card, distracted by the fact that the lady walked away* Huh?
Me: These cards look new… are you putting money on them, or are they payment?
Guy: Oh yeah I guess I’m paying with them. *puts credit card away again*
Me: Okay. *starts to scan them as payment*
Guy: I think I offended that lady…
Me: *puts his bag on the counter so he can take it, giving him a “YOU THINK?” look* Yeah.
Guy: … … …
Me: *decides not to say any more, lest I put my job on the line*
Guy: *walks away awkwardly*
So apparently while I was at work, my sister spent the day playing video games with Tony Stark’s help. We went out for dinner with some friends and she left him there. We came back to discover our dad watching the hockey game with Tony still next to him on the couch.
“Tony’s still there!” I said, amused.
“Yeah! He’s watching the game with me!” says Dad. “Cause no one else will…”
Ouch dad.
I meant to work on colouring another of those “random cartoons” today but I got sucked into the abyss that is youtube. Oops.
Maybe tomorrow, because the latest one I did needs to be adjusted a bit before I slap some colour on it anyway.
Also I really wanna re-draw that work doodle into a proper drawing. (With maybe other related video-game-ness after that. The gears in my brain have been turning. But as usual… inspiration yet no time/motivation plus too much distraction… my curse, man.)
This is how I do birthdays, man.
Happy birthday bambistark! ;)
