the major drama of being mildly opinionated

John Mayer - Why GeorgiaThis song’s been stuck in my head...

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:04:05 -0800

John Mayer - Why Georgia

This song’s been stuck in my head for a couple days … haven’t the faintest idea why.

FML, totally should have been born with curly hair. It looks...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 16:58:42 -0800

FML, totally should have been born with curly hair. It looks infinitely better on me.

Metric - Combat Baby The acoustic version they did of this...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 02:17:58 -0800

Metric - Combat Baby

The acoustic version they did of this tonight was divine.

"Rant", from Wikipedia

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:51:07 -0800

A rant or harangue is a speech or text that does not present a well-researched and calm argument; rather, it is typically an attack on an idea, a person or an institution, and very often lacks proven claims. Such attacks are usually personal attacks. Compare with a dialectic.
In some cases, rants can be based on partial fact, or may be entirely factual but written in a comedic/satirical form, a well known example being television’s The Daily Show.
Rants can also be used in the defense of an individual, idea or organization. Rants of this type generally occur after the subject has been attacked by another individual or group.

Story of my life.

Yeah, guess my birthdays are pretty epic. Sorry I set the bar so...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:57:11 -0800

Yeah, guess my birthdays are pretty epic. Sorry I set the bar so high, other people. <3

"(860): You were so drunk that some guy dressed as Harry Potter pointed his wand at you and screamed..."

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 09:30:36 -0800

“(860): You were so drunk that some guy dressed as Harry Potter pointed his wand at you and screamed “Accio SHITSHOW””

- Texts From Last Night

AHHAHAHHAHAH

This was when I decided I actually love my eyes. No more wishing...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 02:19:52 -0800

This was when I decided I actually love my eyes. No more wishing I had hazel/green/blue eyes.

Dark hair is probably here to stay. Wooooooooooooooooo.

Night all, I am done peer-editing papers and about to pass out. Yaaay.

Why I should bother talking to you:

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:36:52 -0800

…

(I was going to make a list of reasons I shouldn’t, but this list was a lot shorter.)

xoxo

Canucks tickets = best birthday present ever?Fuck yes.

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:10:39 -0800

Canucks tickets = best birthday present ever?

Fuck yes.

Dear birthday, You are epic win.Love,20-year-old Kirbee.

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:04:53 -0800

Dear birthday,

You are epic win.

Love,
20-year-old Kirbee.

YES YES YES EPIC WIN.

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 00:47:35 -0800

YES YES YES EPIC WIN.

wordgraphics: Cuddle Time! Um, always!

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 00:46:27 -0800

wordgraphics:

Cuddle Time!

Um, always!

The big 2-0!=D

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 01:35:57 -0700

The big 2-0!

=D

Awww yeah. That’s me tomorrow, except red instead of blue....

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:58:42 -0700

Awww yeah. That’s me tomorrow, except red instead of blue. Dark hair and all. Chyeah!

At first, I was like WTF WHO FALLS WHEN THEY’RE...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:51:04 -0700

At first, I was like WTF WHO FALLS WHEN THEY’RE AFRAID?!?!? Then I saw her boots, and it was understood. It’s a miracle anyone can walk in those, period.

Doing my Bible research while dying my hair.

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 16:21:00 -0700

“Marriage between a believer and non-believer is forbidden.”
— Genesis 24:3

“Marriage is considered valid only if the wife is a virgin. If she is not a virgin, she shall be executed.”
— Deuteronomy 22:13

Upsetting. But I find roughly everything in the Bible that isn’t 1 Corinthians 13 pretty upsetting.

THIS IS SO SWEET.

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 01:32:17 -0700

THIS IS SO SWEET.:

Special thanks to Aimee for showing it to me.

The Postal Service - We Will Become Silhouettes Epic song. Yes.

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:18:30 -0700

The Postal Service - We Will Become Silhouettes

Epic song. Yes.

Beginning of my detest for girls - Jul 09, 2005

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 23:01:08 -0700

I hate girls.

I could never be a lesbian.
Or bisexual.

Fucking bitches.

Poem - August 19, 2005

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 22:58:56 -0700

Oh, how I wish,
That I had a diary of every day since I could write,
And that Bill Nye was still on TV,
Teaching me zany science.

I wish there was no marks, fights, drama,
Just the playground, me, and a couple of my stuffed animals.
I wish I could still only finish half a pop,
And that makeup was still just for special occaisons.

I wish I still read Disney Adventures,
Rather than my Cosmopolitan,
And that I could still read Pony Pals,
And have illustrations in my novels.

I wish a year still lasted for a long time,
And nothing was forever.
When $20 was a fortune,
And bike riding was admirable.

I wish I could stop wondering
If the person I’m talking to actually likes me,
If only popularity and attractiveness still didn’t matter,
And no one cared if my clothes didn’t match.

I wish sex was still just a word,
But one that made us giggle
And that we could still play lions,
Without being uncool.

I wish Barbies were still my plaything,
And boys had cooties,
And nothing really mattered,
Except dessert that evening.

I’ve waited all my life to grow up,
And I’ll spend the rest regretting it.