I finally decided to quit being a pansy and get on FA using a computer. Yay for me.
I am technically a clever bastard, but I'm not smart. I'm dumb enough to be clever, but smart enough to realize that I am not, in fact, smart. AT ALL.
Life is always going up and down, except up means a mountain, and a down means a cliff.
I can apparently type faster than my little old computer can handle, so I make a lot of grammer issuze. That, or I'm trying to be funny.
There is a partic-tact-ular reason why I am not allowed to use power tools anymore, and that is always why my brother reminds me every five minutes.
School is shit. No doubts there.
I don't understand why it's so easy to understand other people's faults, yet I can't pick up on my own until I talk to a therapist and realize that my mind is going to pull a stage 2 Grief reaction. That is to say, I am about to vent a whole helluva lot of anger into the world, regardless of who it lands on.
Atheism is not the same thing as calling Christians and Catholics stupid. Whoever gave them that idea makes the idea of idiocy plummet to new depths of horror.
I can spell word such as "harassment" correctly all the time, and yet can't spell "the" correctly all the time.
No, getting cancer does not grant you superpowers.
No, I don't have cancer. Although sometimes it would make a good excuse to do what I wanted. Namely, catch up on some sleep.
Running Track & Field is really fucking hard.
Self-Deprecation is an art-form. It's a hobby for me, as it makes people laugh and helps others take their minds off of their own instabilities for a second.
"Woah, what the fuck is this? Some sort of retarded penguin?" -My reaction in regards to the Somua S35 when I saw it at a tank museum.
"im dun heer kthxbai keeds" - MLG Polar, 2015