Think of the stupidity of the average person, then just think: half of them are stupider than that.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME WHY AM I GOOGLING OBAMA FAN FICTION WHYYYYYYY??????????
10 14 15 17 ;)
10: What is your biggest pet peeve?
Oh god, don’t even get me started…
- People who refuse to admit that they’re wrong
- Judgmentalness (not a word, I know)
- When people shoot you down without a second thought
Oh crap, now I sound like one of those people who’s always complaining about everything they hate. The list goes on and on, but I won’t bore you anymore with my endless ramblings. You’re welcome.
14: Do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing?
I most certainly do.
15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?
This is the one bad habit that I can freely say I do not have.
17: What size is your bed?
The following statement is true
The previous statement is false.
1: Screenshot your desktop.
And of course, Windows 8 won’t even let me do a stupid screenshot! Sorry people… /:
well it started out with a simple everyone should change their pic to mish for apil foolsdaythen it sorta escalated tolets worship our god
Alright, how’s this?
I’m sorry, but what am I apparently missing that relates to Misha Collins?
I feel so clueless right now.
Um, why is Adam Levine suddenly in every other post I see?
- A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.
I don’t know. It was weird. This girl I had known really well for ages and ages told me that she’d had a growing crush on me the entire time. So I decided I liked her and we went out, which was weird, because she insisted on keeping it a secret and all this other stuff. Then, months later, she claimed she was straight and wouldn’t give me any details beyond that. It was really kind of upsetting.
- B. FAVORITE BAND.
I don’t really listen to bands, you see. I listen to songs. There are some bands, though, like Queen and fun. and Styx, who have multiple songs that I really like. I guess you could call them my favorites.
- C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.
I have no idea. I never do. That’s why I’m such a loner.
- D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.
First grade and last year were both pretty torturous, but the stuff in the middle hasn’t been all that great either. Just being myself, I guess, and trying to get through life, even with that factor weighing me down, it’s not easy.
- E. MY BEST FRIEND.
I have many.
- F. MY FAVORITE MOVIE.
Oh, god…Well, I don’t have many to choose from, since I’ve hardly seen any at all. But out of the ones I have seen I would have to say…..um…..nope, ain’t gonna happen, sorry…lol.
- G. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
I feel like I have to answer this one after being so vague on the others, but I honestly don’t seem to have one of these, either. It’s just…GAH! I don’t know!
- H. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?
For this, I can freely answer no.
- I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?
- J. WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GET OLDER.
I’d love to be a photojournalist, although that’s probably a rather large dream.
- K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.
Oh, how do I put this? Good. Great, even. But not necessarily from all standpoints.
- L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.
My adaptation skills, among other things.
- M. VIRGIN OR NOT?
That I am. I don’t desire sex, in fact, I’d rather avoid it as much as I can.
- N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?
STAPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!! You don’t wanna see me around office supplies, though. I have a little problem controlling myself.
- O. MY EYE COLOUR.
- P. WHY I HATE SCHOOL.
Because there’s only one way to learn, and if that’s not right for you, then too bad. Even if you’re a genius. And the idea has been so warped it’s hardly recognizable. The idea is that you go to school to learn, to broaden your perspective, and to develop the skills needed to live and learn beyond your school years. But all you do is compete for points and be judged if you don’t. It bothers me. But beside all that, I like school, I like my friends, and it’s something to do with my life.
- Q. RELATIONSHIP STATUS AS OF RIGHT NOW.
Single as a Pringle.
- R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.
Well, it kinda changes every three seconds, so…
- S. A RANDOM FACT ABOUT MYSELF.
I have purple hands.
- T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.
Thirteen to twenty…Yeah, I know.
- U. WHERE I WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW.
In a movie.
- V. LAST TIME I CRIED.
- W. CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO.
Depends on what you count as a “concert”.
- X. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF (…)?
- Y. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE.
Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my people for centuries untold, and which to us appears changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. His people are many. They are like the grass that covers vast prairies. My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain. The great, and I presume — good, White Chief sends us word that he wishes to buy our land but is willing to allow us enough to live comfortably. This indeed appears just, even generous, for the Red Man no longer has rights that he need respect, and the offer may be wise, also, as we are no longer in need of an extensive country.
There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.
Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been. Thus it was when the white man began to push our forefathers ever westward. But let us hope that the hostilities between us may never return. We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain. Revenge by young men is considered gain, even at the cost of their own lives, but old men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose, know better.
Our good father in Washington—for I presume he is now our father as well as yours, since King George has moved his boundaries further north—our great and good father, I say, sends us word that if we do as he desires he will protect us. His brave warriors will be to us a bristling wall of strength, and his wonderful ships of war will fill our harbors, so that our ancient enemies far to the northward — the Haidas and Tsimshians — will cease to frighten our women, children, and old men. Then in reality he will be our father and we his children. But can that ever be? Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son. But, He has forsaken His Red children, if they really are His. Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land. Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man’s God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers? How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness? If we have a common Heavenly Father He must be partial, for He came to His paleface children. We never saw Him. He gave you laws but had no word for His red children whose teeming multitudes once filled this vast continent as stars fill the firmament. No; we are two distinct races with separate origins and separate destinies. There is little in common between us.
To us the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. You wander far from the graves of your ancestors and seemingly without regret. Your religion was written upon tablets of stone by the iron finger of your God so that you could not forget. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors — the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.
Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars. They are soon forgotten and never return. Our dead never forget this beautiful world that gave them being. They still love its verdant valleys, its murmuring rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and verdant lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from the happy hunting ground to visit, guide, console, and comfort them.
Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace, for the words of the Great White Chief seem to be the words of nature speaking to my people out of dense darkness.
It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian’s night promises to be dark. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man’s trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom, as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.
A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see.
We will ponder your proposition and when we decide we will let you know. But should we accept it, I here and now make this condition that we will not be denied the privilege without molestation of visiting at any time the tombs of our ancestors, friends, and children. Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.
“CHIEF SEATTLE’S 1854 ORATION”
So I unfollowed a bunch of you by accident and now Tumblr won’t let me follow anybody and it’s pissing me off. Sorry about this, everypony. Stupid social networking sites are stupid.
2: Have you ever lied about your age? Why?
When I was younger I would often say I was a little bit older to avoid the “you’re so tall” comments. Those always really bugged me.
4: Do you believe in love at first sight?
Well it all depends on what sort of love we’re talking about here. A mother can love her baby from the very first moment she sees it—it’s a survival instinct. But there’s a difference between physical attraction and love.
6: How old were you when you first learned how to ride a bike? Who taught you?
It took me a couple years, on and off with my dad, back when he still did things like that with me. I learned later than a lot of kids, but I learned.
8: What’s your favorite season?
10: Have you ever used an Ouija board?
Those things are terrifyingly amazing.
12: What’s your favorite scent?
14: What’s a bad habit that you have?
Cracking every limb in my body and pulling my hair out, among other things.
16: What’s the first instrument that you learned to play?
The kazoo, lol.
18: Would you rather stay in or go out?
20: Do you want to get married someday?
22: Can you sing well?
As far as I know, yes.
24: When was the last time you went sledding?
Last year, I think.
26: Do people often mispronounce your name?
28: Do you like to watch ghost-hunting shows?
30: What’s something you’d like to be better at?
32: What was the last thing you cooked?
Um, cereal? Lol.
34: Do you have trouble sleeping at night?
I take meds for that.
36: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
A pretty normal amount of time, considering the time I drag my feet and slouch around before actually doing anything.
38: When was the last time you cried and why?
It takes a lot to make me cry. Probably sometime when I was under too much stress to function properly.
40: Can you draw well?
I’ve been told I can…
42: What was the last thing you ate?
44: Have you ever had a near-death experience?
46: What is your middle name and do you like it?
Mayah. And it’s not bad—it goes with my first name well.
48: Do you like yourself?
Well enough. It really depends on the day, though.
50: State five facts about your personality –
1. I appear very calm and collected most of the time. I’ve been told I’m hard to read, even by professionals. I have an ability to keep a level head in any situation, which I guess is one of the few things I can do.
2. My personality changes depending on who I’m with. No one really seems to notice it but me, and I don’t consciously do it, it just happens.
3. I am inattentive and the most disorganized human being you will ever meet.
4. I am an easy person to like because I’m too forgiving. I wouldn’t say it’s all an act, but it’s certainly exhausting. I rarely show my anger, and never at my friends. I talk to everyone like an equal and some people aren’t used to that. Sometimes I get myself trapped.
5. No one really seems to take me seriously. If I tell them to piss off, they laugh. Everyone laughs at me, because I can laugh at myself, even if it hurts.
So I unfollowed a bunch of people, but I think I might’ve accidentally unfollowed a few. If you were one, tell me and I’ll fix it.
who do you like like?
I don’t know, to be honest. There are a few I might like, but none I’m really sure about.
Wow, sorry this took me so long—I completely forgot about it for a while. Well, here it goes, lol:
07: Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.
I was supposed to be born in Arizona, near the reservation in Phoenix. The time doesn’t change there—It’s standard time all the time, because of the sun. Only two states do it that way. I forget the other one. Anyway, if I was born where I was supposed to be, or my dad hadn’t found a better job that month, or the time hadn’t changed the day I was born, or I had come out feet-first like I was supposed to, or the clock was wrong, or I had been born even two short minutes earlier, if any one of these things had happened, I would be a Libra. As it is though, through a chain of extremely questionable and unlikely events, I was born a Scorpio, the traits of which are completely opposite to mine. It’s a very interesting story, and I enjoy telling it. But this is why the horoscopes have always bothered me. When it comes to these types of things, I never know what to do with myself. I guess this makes me a Libra.
11: Put your ipod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up.
Okay, don’t judge me. Here it goes:
Under Pressure - David Bowie and Queen
The Magic Flute, K. 620, “Queen of the Night Aria” - Mozart
Tie a Yellow Ribbon ‘Round the Old Oak Tree - Tony Orlando & Dawn
Starwalker - Buffy Saint-Marie
Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Pinkie’s Smile Song - MLP
Some Nights - fun.
Slipping - Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
My Freeze Ray - More Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
America the Beautiful - Buffy Sainte-Marie
Laugh all you want, muggles, but this is the way it is.
12: Bullet your whole day.
I started this already, and I’m not about to start it over. So here’s my day from a while ago, I guess:
- 5:00 AM: Woke up assuming it was 5:00 PM. I never wake up at 5 AM on weekends, plus it was dark out. Was too tired to reason. Had I done so, would have figured out that if it was 5 AM that would mean my family had gone to DC without trying to get me up first, which would be very unlike them.
- 8:00 AM: Little sister blows trumpet in face.
- Get ready to go to DC, hopefully in time for grandfather to read Haftorah at synagogue for his 80th birthday. Obviously won’t get there in time but rush anyway, because that’s how we roll.
- Sit in car for three hours, playing Plants vs. Zombies and having interesting discussion about flying dots.
- Arrive late, but in time for lunch. Lunch is big and fancy because people in DC have money. Have strange experience at table which I’m too tired to tell at the moment.
- Go to grandparents’ house and do stuff.
- Sit in car. Play more Plants vs. Zombies. Discuss coworkers with disassociative identity disorders.
- Arrive home and pass out.
13: Somewhere you’d like to move or visit.
Arizona, among many others.