December 2010
My Dream
I have to write this down before I forget it…
So it’s our marching band at a contest, but we’re all sitting on risers in front of a lake. We’re not really being judged, just rehearsing music. For some reason the flutes are in the front couple of rows, or at least I am.
I get handed this sheet of music, which isn’t music at all. It’s a different assortment...
“Has been through 1/1/1, 2/2/2, 3/3/3, 4/4/4, 5/5/5, 6/6/6, 7/7/7, 8/8/8, 9/9/9, 10/10/10…only happens every 1,000 years.”
Really? Are you really that dumb?
Every 100 years, you moron.
You don’t think in 1910 they went crazy over the fact that OMG IT’S 10/10/10?!?!?
No, they didn’t. Because they had some fucking sense, DIDN’T CARE and moved on with...
Parents say the darndest things
So my parents are crazy. It’s a known fact. For example, my mother can be found saying things like:
while sitting in a booth at VI, with me on the outside
Mom: You know, sometimes when we’re sitting like this I think about just… shoving you right onto the floor.
Me: WHAT?
Mom: I don’t do it! I just think about it.
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while flipping through channels
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Responsibilities? Grades? Expectations? Life?
burntbythemoon:
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