And I always somehow end up with more then five Tumblr tabs open at a time.
Who else thinks there should be a reality show where they take bands (big or small) and split them up into teams like little super groups and then the band has one week to write a song and then preform the song at the end of the week and the best song wins?
Or where bands battle each other and have to wear sumo wrestling outfits and live in a house with each other or go all Survivor or something?
Or, better yet—bands show up at your house or school or window or bathroom for God’s sake and takes you out or plays a little show for you and carries your books and yells at mean people for you.
Okay, so that last one won’t make for a good show, but damn—I’m a fangirl and I can dream!
Is that too much to ask for?
I wanna delete Facebook, but then I remember that I’ll never be able to talk to any of my friends again since they know no other way of life/communication.
The Tumblr is now hooked up to the TV. This has become too much…
Really, is it so hard to simply leave it alone?
MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND ASHLEIGH WROTE THIS LETTER TO MY PARENTS FOR ME SO I WON’T HAVE TO LEAVE THE HOUSE BECAUSE THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE OF THE HUMAN KIND AND THEY ARE NOT FROM TUMBLR!
One time, I was in this abandoned building with my dad and brother and I opened the old cash drawer and I found a can of pepper spray. I thought it was the coolest thing ever and in a moment of stupid weakness and amazement, I took the cap off.
My dad yelled at me to put it down so I was like, “I won’t spray it, God.” and I went into the next room and I kind of sprayed it and then left the room quickly.
I didn’t know that my dad was going to walk into that room. He went in there and started choking and he couldn’t breathe and I felt so bad and panicked and toss it as I ran away while my dad was yelling, “DAMMIT, ANGEL!”
True story. Swear to God.
P.S, 1 YEAR LATER: My dad lived and he now supports my ever growing merch addiction
It really would.
The things I do on here, oh, my God.