Lately, I’ve been contemplating if I should deactivate this Tumblr blog and start new. I hope we can all agree that I’ve grown and matured immensely from when I initiated this blog in the spring of 2009. I was thirteen and didn’t know what the fuck blogging was; I didn’t even know what the fuck ‘life’ was. It’s been decided that I like to write and mock society while this blog will only serve as a memory of my early teens and how naive and how ignorant I was.
Basically, I’m saying that this blog is going to be useless to me because it’s filled with thoughts that aren’t my own. I know for a fact I’ll have some obscure feeling of regret when I do delete this and probably yearn to laugh at the mindset I had when I was 14. It’s served as such a great distraction during the times I was supposed to do my homework and it entertained me the nights I didn’t want to sleep. I perceive this as sort of moving out of the home you grew up in or for instance, the series finale of Friends when all of them were leaving Monica’s apartment and they were all sad and reluctant to put their keys on the counter before they shut the apartment door for the last time.
The only thing stopping me from letting this blog go is I’m indecisive and I always seem to find some sort of emotional attachment to dumb things. I have 7,000 posts of weird things and half of my followers only follow me so they can talk shit about me.
THIS BLOG IS DEPARTING SO ADIOS.
Prior to getting contact lenses, I absolutely hated wearing specs. I really did. I had a tan on my nose, and everyone kept assuming I was a 4.0 student that was in the running for valedictorian - I’m not obviously.
However, these glasses are stunning and imagine how many heads will turn when people see me walking down the street with them on my face. And it’s $95. NINETY-FIVE DOLLARS. Cheaper than the Prada frames I wanted from my optometrist (Prada is for basic bitches anyway). They’ll even put in your prescription lenses for free.
Unfortunately, I’m broke as shit and cannot buy anything for awhile. I’ll most likely get them in a few months.
These pants just got back from getting tailored the other day - I had them crop 2 inches and make it skinnier. I mean besides not being able to move much from the fear of the pants ripping, they’re great.
Let me tell you a little story: When I was in the first grade the lunch bell had just rung signaling the students to go back to class and as I was walking back to my class I heard my pants rip and immediately a flood of panic rose throughout my body and in my head I was like “FUCK!!!”. I didn’t know what the hell to do but when I got back to class I wrapped a jacket around my waist to conceal it until I got home. Obviously a clever idea that saved me from any further embarrassment.
Poor excuse for a breakfast this morning but I was tired from the walk home from school therefore I was in no position to concoct an entire meal.
Oh yeah, I’m barley starting to read Catching Fire; 5 months after I finished The Hunger Games. HAHAHAHA!! I find humor in this because I know some people who finished the entire trilogy in a week.
I tried to forget
But you grew roots around my ribcage
And sprouted flowers
Just below my collarbones
All day I pluck their petals
But I have not yet ascertained
Whether you love me
Anonymous said: You barley post anymore :(
This blog is stale. I’ll vamp this shit up when I get the chance. Until then, I’m on Instagram. @KurtCat