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Oh and hey, Tumblr.
That was the first time I’ve posted since being abroad.
Whereas I’ve seen so many blogs started specifically for studying abroad.
And I used it on a guido from my school.
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Uh, nevermind?
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Remember the time I suggested to Neopets to make an app and tHEY STILL HAVENT’ DONE IT WEDSUHSDNFI
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Embarrassing Puberty Stories: The Blog.
They say there’s a little bit of truth behind every “just kidding”. Well, I guess that’s true. I had joked about making a blog devoted to my embarrassing stories, and now it has become a reality.
As a start up, I typed out the first 10 entries from my Bugs Bunny diary. They’re not very exciting, but I decided to post everything as written, so deal with it.
I can’t actually find my diary that I wrote in during high school, but I’m going to go crazy cleaning tomorrow, so hopefully I’ll find it then. And if I don’t, I (think) I have enough material to fill the time between now and when I do eventually find it. But in all seriousness, that is the diary that will be the most painful/funny. I still haven’t gotten over most of the things that happened during that part of my life, so you know it’s good!
I also plan on inserting even more embarrassing stories (which I haven’t recorded in diaries) as I think of them.
Oh gosh, I’m definitely going to regret this decision, but I’m half-hoping that no one will see this since I’m posting it at 5am.
Here ya go, fools.
http://embarrassingpubertystories.tumblr.com/
Also, obviously when I was in elementary school, I wasn’t going through puberty yet. But I like the title, so you can deal with that too.
OH AND FEEL FREE TO SUBMIT YOUR STORIES/DIARY ENTRIES SO I’M NOT ALONE IN MY SHAME.
Thanks in advance for not making fun of me. -
Really love this
I hope all 20,000 of you realize that you just liked/reblogged lyrics from a Rascal Flatts song :D
(Source: typewriter-music, via sinusarrhythmia)
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Someone who I only know from twitter called me ‘babe’ before so that means he’s my boyfriend now, right?
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I’m addicted to online window shopping.
The stuff in my carts and wishlists (on 4 different sites) are like my children, I love them all equally so I can’t bring myself to choose to buy one over the other. So they’ll just have to sit there and deal with me visiting them every day, flipping from tab to tab, and staring at them longingly.
I do have two favorite children actually and their names are Stitch Wrapped Chichi Watch and Women’s Comfort Corduroy Lined Big Shirt and I love them so very much except when I bought them, I shipped them to my house and I’m SO SAD and now I feel like a mother who abandoned her children so I’ll just make sure I give them extra attention when I get home and never take them off ever.
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Yeah, I checked my work to make sure I was right before I called out someone on the internet.
I bet all you people who mindlessly reblogged that post are feeling pretty silly right now.
It took out a set of parenthesis because they were misleading and it was really bothering me.
Ok I’m done, that’s enough foiling for tonight, goodbye.
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Yeah, I checked my work to make sure I was right before I called out someone on the internet.
I bet all you people who mindlessly reblogged that post are feeling pretty silly right now.
