- soaps (TOS, Sherlock, Merlin, &ct)
- movies, books, fandom
- pretty people + interesting things
i suck at 'tact' and 'being quiet' but have strong opinions that i like to share. if you disagree with me, by all means, please argue! in fact, if you don't like what i say and don't tell me why, i will be personally offended.
+ me when my mother asked if i’d read “50 Shades Of Gray”
i found this from when i watched thor for the first time.
i have nothing to say for myself.
- Why did I even make another Facebook?
- I’ve never met a Chad that wasn’t an asshole.
also i got this for not sucking at french
i went and had dinner with amanda and her friends, Carmen and Chastity. we had coffee first they had coffee, i had juice and hung around and talked. they’re all strictly christian but accepted my godlessness without much comment and we talked about stuff. CNN or something was on in a corner and they had something about the zimmerman trail on and fucking amanda says something like
Amanda: we’re so concerned with racism, we’re seeing it in places where it’s not.
Carmen: did you listen to the tapes of the calls he made to 911? he was following the kid in a car. and he called him a “coon” or something and kept following him after the dispatcher said to stop.
Amanda: well he had injuries to his head when the cops got there. it’s possible he was attacked first.
Carmen: because it’s inconceivable that he gave himself a bloody nose? treyvon was unarmed unless you count M&Ms. i’d be pretty desperate too if someone was following me in a car and got out and accosted me— no matter what that kid did with his fists and when or what color his skin was, it was no reason for him to end up dead.
and here i’m, like, tearing up, so i excuse myself and sob in the bathroom for 5 minutes because treyvon is my brother and my cousins who do the same exact shit but in worse neighborhoods. and when i finished crying and looked normal i went back out and we talked about music and then had dinner and i don’t think i can be friends with amanda anymore.
i’m so grateful carmen was there to make coherent arguments, if she weren’t there, i would have been a belligerent, snotty, crying mess in the middle of a hipster cafe.
so apparently the american boychoir is here
i saw a gaggle of them in the dining hall being all cute in their uniforms
and i made the stupidest noise.
in other news, i have a crush on someone who isn’t hundreds of miles away.
