January 2012
1 post
I’m leaving this Tumblr behind. If you want to follow me, find a way to contact me and get the new link. I won’t be checking this one again.
August 2011
2 posts
Tumbles. I forgot you again.
I’m really bad at keeping up on my blogging.
So…An…Update? I guess, haha.
So I just finished my final exams. Speech went fine, despite the obnoxious amount of light….Math went fine too. I finished it in under 30 minutes, whoopee. UI, however…I’m pretty sure I bombed it. Everything went wrong…
The MiRF starts next weekend, and hopefully I’ll get...
6 tags
July 2011
4 posts
It's almost that time of year again.
I can smell it in the air.
The long hours in the sun, ruining my graveyard tan.
The obscure dances being learned step by step while hand in hand with a man I’d never met but twice.
Utilikilts and shoes that read “Capt. Saffron”.
Bright and shiny new wings, and searching for sales on fabric.
Leather boots that don’t look like they belong to a dominatrix…Well, not...
Creepypasta: Animal Crossing →
creepypastaawyeah:
Did you play Animal Crossing as a child? If one game defined my childhood, it was Animal Crossing. It was like having an alternate, idyllic life. When most people play that game they only play for 15 minutes at a time, unless they have something important to do, like complete a festival or do…
FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU- I’m selling my goddamn copy of this game....
alaskapokegal asked: Wait, you aren't doing that diet are you? That's worrisome, because diets like that are incredibly bad for you...
Oh wow. I found it.
I can’t believe this thing really exists. It’s insane, just look at it. I’m surprised someone wouldn’t be dead at the end of it.
Day 1: 500 cal
2. 500
3.300
4.400
5. 100
6. 200
7. 300
8. 400
9. 500
10. fast
11. 150
12. 200
13. 400
14. 350
15. 250
16. 200
17. Fast
18. 150
19. 100
20. 50
21. 100
22. 200
23. 200
24. 300
25. 800 (really?? thats a...
June 2011
6 posts
Food, I hate you.
I don’t eat, and I’m fine. However…I -do- eat…and BAM headache.
Seems like a good enough reason to me.
“So, what if I come home and tell you I found out I’m crazy?”
“Easy. I’ll have you committed.”
Thanks. Now I’m more afraid to go see a doctor. I absolutely love how *that’s* the kind of joke you picked right then.
Love you too, Dad.
Whaaaa?
So…I try to go to a newish hookah cafe with Donovan…Who’s right there. *point* And the place is closed. o.O So I find a second one within five miles of the other one. It has wi-fi. …And computers set up at a couple of the tables.
…Happyface. That’s all. I’m really just all ridiculously excited that this is posting to my facebook. Feel free to disregard!...
Test, test!
This post is really just a test to see if my facebook thing works the right way. If it does, than a whole new venue of people will be subjected to my rants. Woo!
Sickening.
I have hidden these events from myself and others for far too long. I had much of this written up before, but being my idiotic self, I closed the window, my internet went out, and I lost all of it. I’ll start again.
My name is Julie Anne Seasword. Many people call me just Yulie, Julie, Julie Anne, or several rather unflattering names. I am twenty years old, twenty-one in about three months....
Okay. Fucking FUCK my life.
I fucking had this long ass memoir type entry written up.
My internet went out.
AND IT’S FUCKING GONE. I am not happy.
May 2011
7 posts
Oh Tumbles, how understanding art thou.
I completely forgot I had a blog. I’ll resume ranting shortly. For now, though, this is the first time I’ve had a real bath instead of a shower and gotten to sleep in my own bed in three days. I’m gonna use every last second for just that!
Good night, Tumbles.
Enslavement.
Below is an excerpt, more elegantly written, from a dream I had last night.
I sit outside with two of the men I go to school with. One named Tyrel I believe, and the other named Paul. One is native american, and one is “black”.
Says the native boy to me, “Your people ran mine out of their homes, forcing us to live on reservations.”
Says the “black” boy to me,...
The Misadventures of the Unholy Orange (And Her...
I am the unholy Orange. Fear my citrussy power…But moreso, fear my unholy Guava! He’s a scary little bastard, he is.
More later on this exciting development HERE.
Oh god.
Oh god. Oh god. He’s f*cking scaring me. I do not want to do this kind of shit. OHHHH NOES. Noooooo.
…Okay. He’s kidding. :D I like it when people are just kidding.
BUT EFFING STOP IT.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Stupid...
“Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
Oh how I wish
To dream again.
Once and for...”
– Nightwish, Nemo. Tarja era. Once.
A very good song by a talented young...
April 2011
12 posts
“When kings upon the main have clung to pride,
And held themselves as masters of...”
– Thrice, Kings Upon The Main. Alchemy Index II, Water. Released 2007.
I do love this tune, so very much.
My, my, my...
I’ve noticed how bitter my writing seems sometimes. Tsk, tsk, Yuu-chan! I’m tired, so I’m going to give a brief overview of things before I hug my bed for the next eight hours.
I do believe I have an almost-boyfriend. He’s sweet. I think, honestly, the only thing that I’ve found wrong with this…Is his hair is too short. (I’m kidding. I like his hair.)
...
I asked for music that could really get someone...
I think it's best...
I think it’s best if you move on, if you forget all about me, and -
No. Anyone that says that never seems to realize how hard it is… I am guilty. I want them to forget me, but I don’t want to be forgotten.
I’m hurting you for your own good, I’d die for you, you KNOW I would!
But would you give up anything for me?
You’re so far away, and you don’t...
“But there’s willow trees, and
little breezes, waves, and walls, and...”
– Emilie Autumn, Shalott.
Can't do anything.
Not allowed to be offended. Not allowed to speak up. Not allowed to defend myself. Not allowed to be helpless. Not allowed to smile and mean it. Not allowed to look up and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. Not allowed to complain. Not allowed to talk. Not allowed to feel bothered. Not allowed to be sad. Not allowed to cry. Not allowed to cut. Not allowed to bleed. Not allowed to starve. Not...
Hurt, as performed by Johnny Cash. It’s a...
I'm scared of everything.
Ghosts. Spiders. Failure. Rejection. Public speaking. Dying, but not death. The sudden painful stop after falling a long distance. Pain. Dogs. People. Sex. Religious officials. The Government. People seeing my blood. Being out-done. Being touched. Being abused. Being forgotten. Throwing up. Eating.
Weird-ass list, I think.
