A Discontent's Blog.

and now, once again, Sheep falls off the face of the internet.

Y’know, it kind of scares me.
We’re about ten years (give or take) away from either thinking about settling down or getting married and/or actually getting married.

There are various friends of mine that I can imagine actually doing this and others I can imagine rejecting this idea entirely and wanting to do something else instead, whether it’s to travel the world, or to find some secluded dojo somewhere and become it’s next dojo-head, or to find a lighthouse somewhere on some faraway beach and live there for the rest of their lives. Or become a pokemon master. your pick.
…and then there are those few people I know, who I can’t imagine getting married or having kids anyway (like my brothers… don’t even get me started on my brothers…).

But there are still a good amount of friends of mine that I can imagine settling down, getting married, the whole shebang.

This scares me.

It scares me that, in less than twenty years, friends of mine will be doing some variation of the whole ring-in-the-box, bent-on-one-knee engagement; that, in less than twenty years, friends of mine will be either waiting at the end of that aisle or waiting to walk down that aisle; that, in less than twenty years, friends of mine will be making vows to spend the rest of their lives together.

It scares me that, in less than twenty years, friends of mine will be having kids and that they’ll be passing the torch to the next generation, passing on the life-lessons they worked so hard to learn themselves.

And, from there, it scares me that those kids will eventually be doing the same thing, while my friends are there to watch over them and guide them and be there for them as long as they can.

It scares me that friends of mine will be getting married and having kids and getting old.

I keep thinking to myself that I’m still a kid, that we’re all still kids, that this can’t possibly be happening in 10-20 years.

But it is.

I’m eighteen. It’s been eighteen years since I was brought into this world. And time just keeps on passing. The world keeps turning. The sun rises and sets.
I’m eighteen. And I’m still a kid. But for how long?

When did this happen?
And how do we make it stop?

I either need to sleep more or get out more.

…and not start running down the street…

togetherforjacksoncountykids:

“It’s Okay to be Neither,” By Melissa Bollow Tempel

Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”

She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.

“My ponytail,” she cried.

“Can I see?” I asked.

She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.

“How’s that?” I asked.

She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.

‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’

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I bleat in your general direction.
Have a nice day.

holy crap what the hell is wrong with my body today.
aweofiahsdflkjsdflkdjf.
ragequit.

• Me: Computer, can I leave yet? I have homework to do-
• Computer: LOLNOPE.
• Tumblr: HIGH FIVES.

Best Lines from ?!. [Punctuation: Improv Club]
(in no particular order)

DOUBLE DOLPHIN HANDS.
Do you like Hogwarts? Do you want to Slytherin to my Chamber of Secrets?
Do you play Quidditch? Mind if I ride your broomstick?
STABBED IN THE TUMMY.
SMOTHERED BY A MOTHAFUCKEN PILLOW.
Have you seen Kyle? He’s about ye high…
Jesus, you have to stop asking women if you can come inside them.
Jesus, you have to put the wine away. Carl’s throwing up, and our designated driver’s thirsty.
Can you teach me how to squirt?

Possibly more to come later.

ahh, college, you’re an entertaining place.

Instead of apologizing, I will come up with a semi-random word and hope that it suffices in appeasing you.

toothpaste.

chris-dan:

markmejia:

Oh, herro..

miss and want!

ohgodwhyyyyy x_x
want…

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