I currently have 10 Chrome windows open, each with so many tabs that I can barely even see each tab’s icon, and one IE window for something that’s not loading properly in Chrome right now. Thus is my ADD.
^Reblogging for this comment. I know I will be watching this movie constantly wondering “Hmm, I wonder who/when someone’s gonna get shot in the face.” That’s what I did in the DH finale, and 2 seconds after I thought it, Paul got shot in the face.
People always think that I’m in college… and I’m still in high school. So I guess they think I’m about 19 or 20? No. i’m 17. And the…
At least 20.
Waiters have been offering me alcohol since I was 16. At a New Year’s Party I was once asked if I was married ( think that person thought I was like 25; I was 16 or 17), and whenever I babysit, I always get mistaken for the kids’ mother.
So my parents were planning on taking off of work for my birthday so I wouldn’t have to spend the whole day in the house alone, but the power at their work has been down all week & they just today got it back on, so they weren’t allowed to take off of work today.
So how am I spending my birthday instead? On the couch. Watching all 6 Harry Potters on DVD.
Also, I’m wearing all pink, including a ridiculous headband, obnoxious lipstick, way too much blush, and a shirt that makes me look like a 12 year old with way too much cleavage.
If you think this is an odd way to celebrate my departure from my teen years, I should probably point out that 2 years ago I celebrated being a legal adult by watching Aladdin.
A girl is sobbing one day, but smiling and laughing and friendly the next. You say, “Gosh, you’re so bipolar!” You were only joking. Little did you know, she has bipolar disorder, and is trying with all her might to act “normal”, overcome it, be okay. And you just killed her inside.
A girl comes out of the bathroom looking sick after eating. You say, “Oh jeez, are you bulimic or something?” You were only joking. Little did you know, she’s had a lot of problems with eating disorders, including bulimia, which she is struggling with on a daily basis and trying to overcome. And you just killed her inside.
A girl is very quiet, on a normal basis. She seems very sad, all the time, and it’s starting to annoy you. You say, “Just go commit suicide already.” You were only joking. Little did you know, she suffers from depression and has attempted to kill herself before. And you just killed her inside.
A girl awkwardly declines an invite to go to a big rave party in Hollywood with a group of friends. You say, “Oh come on, scared you’re gonna get raped?” You were only joking. Little did you know, three years ago, she was raped. And has never lived a day since without that scar on her mind. And you just killed her inside.
A girl has a few scars on her legs, and she refuses to take her jacket off in warm weather. You say, “What’s your problem, do you cut yourself or something?” You were only joking. Little did you know, she has been cutting herself for three years. Her arms have terrible scars. She’s wants nothing more in her life than to make them go away, but she has to live with them and hide them every day of her life. And you just killed her inside.
Do you think about what you say before you say it?
All of these problems are jokes to people. They haven’t dealt with it first hand, so it’s a myth to them. Mood disorders, eating disorders, suicide, rape, and self-harm are merely rumors and stories. They don’t actually happen to people. So, you find them funny.
Next time you go to make a joke, remind yourself that you don’t know anything about this person. You don’t know what you are talking about, and you’d best just shut your mouth before you risk breaking that person even more.
These things are not myth.
People struggle with them every day of their lives. People you know. Just because you don’t know about it, doesn’t mean it’s not there.
You don’t know everything.
I remember once senior year, after a particularly grueling rehearsal, a good friend of mine looked at me and said “Ugh, I just wanna go home and kill myself right now.” I wasn’t in the mood to put up with these kind of jokes, so I told him the truth, for once. I said “Ugh, today is NOT the day to make those jokes.” He stopped, surprised that I’d actually spoken up, and cautiously asked “Why? Were you actually going to do that?” “No,” I said. “My cousin actually did kill himself. Three days ago.”
I’ve never heard him make a suicide joke since.
Merriam Webster: Main Entry: mar·riage Pronunciation: \ˈmer-ij, ˈma-rij\Function: noun Etymology: Middle English mariage, from Anglo-French, from marier to marryDate: 14th century
1 a (1): the state of being united to a person of the opposite sex as husband or wife in a consensual and contractual relationship recognized by law (2): the state of being united to a person of the same sex in a relationship like that of a traditional marriage <same-sex marriage> b: the mutual relation of married persons :wedlockc: the institution whereby individuals are joined in a marriage 2: an act of marrying or the rite by which the married status is effected; especially: the wedding ceremony and attendant festivities or formalities 3: an intimate or close union <the marriage of painting and poetry — J. T. Shawcross>
More intelligent people are significantly more likely to exhibit social values and religious and political preferences that are novel to the human species in evolutionary history. Specifically, liberalism and atheism, and for men (but not women), preference for sexual exclusivity correlate…
So my being a nocturnal non-theist liberal female who isn’t sexually exclusive makes me extremely intelligent? Hey, good for me. I’m going to resume staring at boobs now.
^Just about all of this applies to me too. Probably why I love following Bohemea so much.
Arrange the hues in order. A lower score is a better score. 0 is a perfect score. I did this pretty quickly. I got a 37, which is pretty decent. It’s on the higher end of the scale for my age group and gender. I had the hardest time seeing greens and blues. Interesting?
Your score: 23
Your score: 4 :D
Your score: 12.
After about a minute of this, I could barely tell the difference between most of the colours.
My score was 44
I looked at the demographic things for both the whatever-19 range and the 20-29 range. I was like “Which do I put? I’m technically still nineteen, but I turn twenty in THREE DAYS!