In the sun I feel as one

So I wanna post a personal post, but since nearly all of my irl followers will probably freak out if I told you this, I’m not going to. ;) But it’s a problem! :/

You know you’ve been so busy when you’ve been neglecting Tumblr! :( (And Pinterest for me, too.)

But since I can’t sleep, probably because I’m excited for what I’m about to tell you, I’ll tell you this:

I GET TO PICK UP JANET FUCKING VARNEY FROM THE AIRPORT!!!!!!!!!

I think it’s just hitting me how much of a big deal this is.

My school is hosting a con and we miraculously got her to fly from LA to be here on Thursday (apparently, she was relatively cheap to get).

I wasn’t the one who was originally supposed to pick her up; it was supposed to be one of my good guy friends who unfortunately, crashed his really nice car. :/ My other really good guy friend was second-in-command and was obviously going to bring along the first guy until I made the points that 1) the male-to-female ratio would be off, 2) he has a truck and I doubt Janet Varney would want to put her luggage in the bed or the tiny backseat area, 3) we can get our autographs, pictures, etc. with her then and there instead of waiting until after she gives her talk at our school and speeding to date party (which is another thing on Thursday I’m excited about!), 4) I just wanted to find as many excuses to tag along. :P

I GET TO SAY THAT I CHAUFFEURED JANET VARNEY!!!!!!!!!

It’s gonna be a fun-filled Thursday. :)))

P.S.
On a total side note/what I’m also doing up late, I love it when guys girl gossip to me. :P 

Oh hai, Tumblr. It’s been a while. So many things have changed since the last time we talked. Let’s catch up!

It really annoys me when people ask questions that can easily be found in the minutes.

I am in quite the awkward predicament right now.

It pisses me so off when people post negative political campaign propaganda than remembering this tragic day.

That awkward moment when you’re using the Tumblr app and you accidentally reblog the indecent picture next to the post you were originally going to reblog and you don’t notice it until after it comes out of your queue?

But ugh, I just freaking love flamboyant overtly homosexual males. They tell the best stories, never fail to make me laugh, and just have the best attitude in life–even if they’re venting, they say it in the cutest girliest twang.

I wonder if you like consistently posting these half-naked tattooed women that are CONSISTENTLY getting more suggestive with each post just to piss me off. Well, no matter; I just unsubscribed from your news feed. Seriously, why do you have to be so fucking emotionally immature. I can’t believe I actually had feelings for you.

I SHOULD COUNTERACT EACH SPAM OF HIS WITH A SPAM OF KITTIES!!! :3

P.S.

I should get a reddit account just for its cat section! <3<3<3

Is the best advice supposed to make me feel this shitty? :/