I tend to think. Really think. Watch all this awesome shit booming all around me (over the Internet) and, being the crappy obsessive insecure little nut that I am, I’m always just itching to compare this with any aspect of my life that seems to fit. I’m not attempting to glamorize this; it’s just how I feel. And you know, I realize that if I had taken the time to do something productive instead of wail on and on (in my mind) about how I can’t ever be half as wonderful as all the people I follow or admire (over the Internet), I might have stumbled on to something I actually love doing and might have gotten actually skilled at it. God. I’m over looking at shiny people.
To Do List tomorrow:
- Motherfucking hand over that godforsaken letter to that horrid window with the ill-tempered woman who will then turn me over to a menopausal bruja.
- (Yeah. I just hate doing this okay.)
- GET SOME FRAKKING MCNUGGETS BECAUSE I’M IN A FASTFOOD WITHDRAWAL.
- Sleep this cold the pak off.
Okay, so I just finished listening to Vices & Virtues. Well, I can’t say I wasn’t a wee bit disappointed, although I can’t say I wasn’t impressed as well. The thing is, I was expecting a reincarnated A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out, which I probably shouldn’t have done. Vices definitely wasn’t another Fever, but it was a huge leap from the mess that was named Pretty. Odd.
(fuuu I swear I wanted to burn that album aljkalfjklfjds T_______T)
But I really am impressed how Brendon and Spencer fared on their own for this album. I liked almost all the songs on the record, and most of them even had their own little instrumental outros. Very cute. ^^
Overall, Vices did well! 305908439058349058430x better than Pretty. Odd. It’s no Fever, but it’s still one hell of an album. Panic! fans everywhere will definitely rejoice at this brilliant comeback.
That’s what I was hoping for, too. ;_____;
They think that just because they’re free to say whatever they want, that it’s perfectly okay to just say whatever they want, no matter how downright offensive it is, and for what, just for the hell of it?
Wake up, kids! Freedom of speech isn’t simply being able to say whatever the fuck you wanna say, whenever and wherever the fuck you wanna say it. There is such a thing called propriety and maturity. Learn it, and then we’ll talk.
I never wanted to hate on anything about Tumblr, but really, this is just too much to handle.
This. The fact that we’re free to say what we want around here gives us an excuse to start acting like total assholes; I’m sure not even half of Anon hate messages can actually materialize in real life. We’re all braver behind these screens, but that doesn’t give us the authority to offend and scatter our obnoxious claims out into the world. Tumblr shouldn’t be a hate ticket. This place needs a little responsibility.
You see this beautiful creature? Some middle school students thought it was a fun idea to throw him off a third floor of the school. Then they have the balls to laugh and say things like “oh look, it’s a flying dog.”
Yeah, well that ‘flying dog’ is a living being just like you and me. It has feelings, it felt the pain. Thanks to idiots like these, this poor baby suffered severe injuries to his hip and legs. Not to mention the trauma he is going through.
Reblog this if you have a heart and you think that these morons should be put to justice for what they have done. Remember this: If you have the guts to hurt a poor defenseless animal, then you are capable of killing a person.
The website with the article is in spanish, but I will link it anyways: http://www.elnuevodia.com/tiranperrodesdetercerpiso-895257.html
First, Libya. Then, haters. Now, this. Losing hope with humanity.
Of maintaining standards when there are always exceptions? There, I said it: I have no standards.