that is a gif of me and my birthday cake. more on that later.
my birthday is actually on the 3rd, but we ended up celebrating today because one of my sisters goes back to seattle today, my brother goes back to college on my birthday, and yada.
every year my siblings like to trick me. this year, they brought out two pieces of ice cream mochi on a plate with the candle numbers 1, 2, and 5, because
1) i got one piece last year
2) they didn’t have the 7 to make 17
eventually they brought out a pile of strawberry ice cream mochi, but they added this freak-of-nature lotus candle thing to the top. upon lighting the center, it opened up and shot out this terrifying ray of fire. that face i’m making is authentic. after the fire was gone, a crappy midi version of happy birthday slowly played and it wouldn’t stop until my sister broke the damn thing apart. it was the work of the devil i tell you. i expected the resurrection stone to be in there.
then i got a bunch of presents, including a harmonica, and some oxfords. my oldest sister placed the oxfords in a forever lazy box (that snuggie thing) and had staged a conversation a few hours prior where my other sister let slip that she bought one. smart.
overall, it was a fun and interesting birthday, and i am going to annoy the crap out of everyone with my harmonica when i’m not already doing so with my kendama.
love is supposed to be a free, nonconforming, nondescript sort of entity but tumblr managed to capture the surface of its essence, stick it in a jar, and write “LOVE” (preferably in franklin bold or arial black) on it in sharpie.
what i hate is how shallow 90% of the pictures i see portray it. so you got dat cool hypebeast dude, with his stupid jordans and oversized crewneck, and that girl with the caked face and the snapback and matching kicks, when, let’s be honest, she doesn’t actually wear that sort of stuff.
and what are they doing? maybe that guy is totally just sitting on her back, playing xbox (and usually his controller is off). or maybe they’re sitting on a bench. i don’t know. it’s stupid. those kinds of posts are what turn me off to the idea of being in love as a teenager. it’s inconceivable.
but why does the existence of such pictures upset me so much? i can just do what i usually do: scroll down and roll my eyes in disgust. why am i concerned? because it’s creating even more problems for my generation. those who weren’t interested in relationships suddenly want one, if not to just do shallow things like IDON’TKNOW, take high-definition pictures to put on tumblr. or perhaps it’s those in relationships that pressure others. for all you know, those pictures and stories and recounts could be lies or much deeper than they appear on the surface. those weird kids playing video games, maybe they’re actually cousins who were posing that way for the photo. the couple on the bench, maybe the entirety of their relationship was based on lust and vanity and they broke up soon after. who knows?
what i’m saying is, please please please, fall in love with someone because you love them, you love what they do, you love who they are. please don’t do so because you’re in love with the idea of love, and just entertaining your own personal and selfish needs. and please, don’t let tumblr fool you into thinking that love can be as perfect as its pictures. there are consequences.
that i’m far too old for freudian excuses, and that this so-called pressure weighing me down is caused by myself and only myself. not my parents, who gave me academic independence long ago, or my siblings, who have done nothing but give me support.
i’m afraid of failing to meet any expectations set by myself because i am the one human obligated to love and accept myself.
at times, i truly do feel like my own worst enemy.
obviously, i lived in washington. trees and green EVERYWHERE. my house was literally built right in front of a forest. my elementary school wasn’t far away but it was next to a forest anyways because WHY NOT.
PE and music alternated every other day. while we usually stayed inside and well, did music, on music days, sometimes we went to the forest. we’d bring pieces of cardboard, slide our way down a ridiculously long metal slide and make our way through the trees. there, we’d pick up branches and rocks and ish.
i’d hide behind trees and play bushman, or maybe build a secret base with some of the guys. it was fun fun fun fun.
nowadays, you don’t get to do that sort of stuff, in california at least. too many parents are prissy and paranoid.
oh yeah, did i mention that once our school was on lockdown because a mother-effing bear was chillin in the parking lot. lol
just a train of thought i had after seeing those bratty tweets about lack of iphone in their lives.
why do people care so much about theirs? why are they so darn picky when it comes to what kind of phone they have? as long as it works smoothly, can call, text, and take pictures, i’m satisfied. AND that’s probably asking for a bit much, compared to models of 5 years ago.
do you guys really need iphones? do you really need internet connection and useless apps?
and when people do have iphones, all they can complain about are wanting the next model. or i see them treating their phones like crap, throwing them, other things. really yo? really.
people talk crap about my phone all the time. oh, it looks weird. oh, it’s so fat. oh, it looks so fragile.
well guess what. my phone’s no iphone. but it has a great battery life, is sturdier than it looks, doesn’t glitch out, freeze, or drop calls. my phone is probably better than a lot of people’s will be because i’m comfortable with it and not constantly lusting after what i don’t have. i’ve had mine for two years and got offered an upgrade, but i turned it down because i’m satisifed.
so what i’m saying is, a lot of people in this generation disappoint me. shallow-minded and spoiled, they either look down on people without the latest whatever for no reason at all or are the ones being pressured into spending money on things because they feel of less worth without them.
if you guys are going to fall into consumerism, just don’t be complete jerkasses about it.
Guys I think Wren is A in the Pretty Little Liars tv series. Like, think about it. He wanted Spencer, so he made her break up with Toby and kissed her. He works at the hospital, so he could have easily tampered w/ Emily’s steroid test and has access to all the medical records. His eyes are freaking beautiful and at the end of the last episode, the lady at the diner called him “pretty eyes.”
i used to think A was jenna just because she has the sexiest eyes ever, but yeah. that’s pretty darn plausible.
SOMETHING IN MY HEART WANTS IT TO BE FITZ THOUGH. just to piss off aria/ezra shippers. and to clear way for noel.
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