ISTJ personality type whatever that means
I like presents
so glad i’m outta high school
Alright we are officially moved in!
After spending all day at Tim’s house yesterday waiting for them to stop dicking around and come home to help us finis moving Tim finally came back and rushed us because he had to go get Serephine’s brother from the airport so we left some stuff behind ugh
But we spent our first night here last night and now it’s our first morning here and spencer has work today so hopefully I’ve figured out the bus schedule correctly. At 6:30 we’re gonna walk to the bus stop together so we both know where it is and then he’s gonna ride the bus to work and hopefully I’ve read google maps right about where to change buses and shit
The only thing that sucks is his computer has no speakers and my xbox has no controller so we don’t have a lot to do. Plus no internet so that sucks.
Oh well. I’m gonna ask my dad today how I should go about getting internet set up because I can’t live without it
today in french class i turned to talk to my friend and saw my friend eric
he was not wearing that when i had 3rd period with him nor was he wearing it when he walked in the classroom
Seth MacFarlane, who is bad at drawing, has had tremendous success as an animator and has made many millions of dollars, while I, whose art has been hailed as “nice” and “I love it” by my parents, have only seven dollars to my name
Beer honestly just tastes how I imagine urine to taste it is so rank and people are always like nah try this because this is special Beer and then it’s like oh ok urine with cinnamon in it great
Every time I talk about race some white person says something like “you have to focus on the bigger issue”
at first I was like what is secret bigger issue you all keep bringing up?
But then I realized it was just code for “talk about something that affects white people too”
Ain’t it tho..
WHITE WITH RED
White with Red was an extremely popular short creepy story that has been turned into a short film.
This is the story:
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”
Well you can just rock me to sleep tonight
bury me in armor so I’ll be ready for the skeleton war
why is his fricking chest uncovered? that’s ppor planning right there
what are you gonna do?
stab a skeleton in the heart?
no, I’ll play their rib bones like xylobones and destroy the morale of the skeleton army with my sick and delightful xylobone playing