I really don’t care if people that know me in real life follow me on tumblr. Recently, its become the kind of social networking site that I actually enjoy: personal and customizable but not based solely around communicating with other people directly.
I also miss what tumblr used to be for me when I first joined in ‘09. It was a place where I could vent about more personal things without having to worry about disappointing or worrying the people I know offline. I don’t think I could ever really be as candid as I was back then on this blog.
It’s a bit bitter-sweet, I guess. I feel more connected to people but much lonelier at the same time, haha. I’ve gained another way to be social comfortably but I’ve lost a major outlet.
Your temperament is phlegmatic. The phlegmatic temperament is fundamentally relaxed and quiet, ranging from warmly attentive to lazily sluggish. Phlegmatics tend to be content with themselves and are kind. They are accepting and affectionate. They may be receptive and shy and often prefer stability to uncertainty and change. They are consistent, relaxed, calm, rational, curious, and observant, qualities that make them good administrators. They can also be passive-aggressive.
I thought I had all the data for my report already typed into a document but it turns out that I left out a huge chunk of it and my notebook is in my dorm so I guess I’ll have to wait until after dinner to finish my report ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Now I get to play League until Matt gets home form work. muahaha
I feel like people look at me differently since I’ve been back. Maybe I’m just paranoid.
The most dangerous people are the ones that have nothing to loose and I think that’s why I often feel so vulnerable.
Every night I feel like I’m going to explode and then I fall asleep and start the same day over again.
The Golden Rule
If you know me in real life and you follow me on tumblr, it is never okay to bring up my blog or any of it’s contents in casual conversation.
Today my full body mirror, laptop mouse, and Christmas lights all broke. Then I got an email saying that there are no more bed ladders available so I’ll have to keep on climbing in an out of the top of my fully bunked bed. (I almost fell on the way down today).
But my first day of classes went well so I refuse to count this as a “bad day.” It’s more like just a day where luck was not on my side.
My first photoshoot actually went really well.
made of .gif of me being cheeky (by my own standards) in a bathing suit but idk if I’m gonna post because 1. I probably look dumb & 2. I’ve already lost enough followers for a lifetime.
So I just met with the photographer I’m going to shoot with tomorrow for tea and I’m pretty excited. I think I’m finally coming out of my shell and not being too nervous about certain things. Hopefully things go well tomorrow. :)
I don’t think its fair that I wake up and automatically feel like shit. Like, damn body, give me a chance to at least try to have a good day before you fuck it up.