I’m back. In record time ‘cause I have yet to find a better procrastinating method for a blog post than yet another blog post. Plus, I said I’d start repenting and now’s a good a time as ever!
So dude. Do you know who has a karma box just as filled as mine? Colin. So here’s a disclaimer: I’m pretty sure half (more than half -.-) the shit that I’m about to recount was due to his bad karma overflow and not mine. I will even count and assign blame as proper proof! And second disclaimer: I’m about to recount a whole lot of shit so this is gonna be long. Like really long.
But I can summarize this shit for you. Be wary of public transportation. Never go anywhere with Colin.
In a desperate attempt to procrastinate on my Lang blog post. I think I’ll write a blog post. About my karma system.
So normally you do something bad and get some bad karma, right? This bad karma goes into your bad karma conveyer belt behind the last bad karma, which is behind the last bad karma, and then so on. And when this bad karma reaches the end of the conveyer belt, it drops into this little box of life where it stays and accumulates. Sooner or later, it overflows over the top and drips over the edge, whereupon it is cashed out in the form of some god awful luck. But on the bottom of the box, there’s this closed drain thing that opens when triggered by some good karma. And for really good people who have no accumulated bad karma, this good karma gathers and fills to spill out some pretty dandy luck. So I’m thinking that normal people have a pretty good balance of good and bad karma so that sometimes the box is filled with good karma, sometimes with bad karma with only minor leaks from the box every now and then.
But you know what. I think my box is full—full of dark black murky shit. Idk if it was given to me half full, or part full, or if I just have a particularly small box. But now it is full. And not only is my box full…I’m pretty sure my conveyer belt runs at ultra fast speeds because every time I do something remotely bad—with the loosest definition of bad, shit immediately goes down.
The other day I refused to lend Lily my computer and when I turned around to run up the stairs…my shirt got caught onto the door handle and I fell on my face.
And then the other time I slipped through a closing door—that probably shut in someone’s face—and upon going down the stairs…some chick barged into me and my lollipop (it was very delicious, mind you) flew halfway across the hall.
I can’t even begin listing out all of the million and one incidents so this is gonna have to cut it. My confessions shall be part of my repenting process and, karma gods willing, I will drain this box like none other.
beautiful-smiles asked: Geez, Grace. Why are your creations perfect. Seriously. (Like you? Jk, don't know you well enough... :c) But I hope your business goes well!! c:
Gosh holy cow that is so sweet of you, Cassidy!! <33
Dumb businesses are so hard to start…all my social networking sites are looking like online shops so sorry for the spam LOL.
But thank you! Hope makes me happy. ;D
Pwhaha ugh I’m spamming everywhere.
I was convinced by a friend to try four advertising techniques a day so WOOHOO new tumblr! Yeah, I even submitted to StumbleUpon (LOL…yes) last night and it garnered me three whole views……how exciting.
Anyways. I FREAKING LOVE MY SHOP-BABY so let’s not hate on it too much, yeah? ;)
Ah the joys of shameless self-promotion. I INVITE YOU ALL, MY DEAR TUMBLR BUDDY OL’ PALS, TO FEAST YOUR EYES UPON MY NEWLY CREATED SHOP!
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And brace yourselves (but don’t raise those expectations too high now) FOR THE MANY JOYS AND WONDERS THIS SHOP WILL PROVIDE YOU.
Anonymous asked: LOL ROOMIE you still sleep on the ground?
When you have a sleeping bag and are willing to sleep on the ground…you’re like a nomad! It’s fun.
Anonymous asked: tehe ok i havent seen you in ages but i saw your post on tumblr and decided to creep on your blog :) which is amazingly funny by the way. anyway, i wanted to say hi. so hi.
Gosh jolly, aren’t you the cute one. Hi.
I SERIOUSLY DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.
Okay so I was sitting here on my sleeping bag (idk why I’m still sleeping on the ground) and I noticed that my fountain pen had leaked half the cartilage of ink all over my sleeping bag. So I snatched the tumbler filled with water that was sitting conveniently next to me and poured some onto the stain to clean it (don’t question my cleaning methods) but I realized that I had refilled the damn bottle with coke and of course I poured way more than I intended, so I was now sitting in a puddle of ink and coke that was slowly dribbling onto my carpet…And then I cleaned it up with toilet paper.
Story of my life.
My lang essay has officially taken me to places of no return.
Starting with murder and assault to child pornography to bodily dismemberment to selling oneself as a slave to cannibalism and, now, officially ending with public sex.
And, yes, since it is a research paper after all, I do indeed have to preform research regarding these topics of discussion. But since I’m such a great person and don’t want you to feel left out, please, enjoy what I have stumbled upon…
So guess what was today? Oh yes indeed, my cabin leader interview.
Well, I made a particularly genius decision to join a group interview with interviewees being males so that I could exude some of those I’m-a-chick-so-I-like-kids vibes reserves solely for females.
But there was (unfortunately) an issue with my strategic decision…Colin was in my group. Yes, yes I probably should have known better since HE TOTALLY JACKED MY I’m-a-chick-so-I-like-kids VIBES THAT I, as the only chick, HAD TOTALLY CLAIMED A MONOPOLY FOR.
The interviewer was all like, “So guys, what would you do with a kid who’s homesick?”
And I was all about to go boom motherly on their asses but freaking Colin jumps in and was like….”I’LL HUG THEM!” And obviously the two teachers were all “awww” and “oohh great idea”. -sigh- #spotlightjacker
But it’s k. I crushed him anyways.