i went to a scary haunted trail and just tried to fist bump the actors any time they'd jump at me. that's how my life is going right now.

i got eighth in my climbing comp so ya girl going to regionals

i have had a totaly of four hours of sleep over the last two and a half days and i feel like nothing is real

my school did a production of sweeney todd and the two male leads (aka sweeney and anthony) were an actual couple and people kept being surprised like "wow!! you're really good at pretending to be straight!!" and the guy playing anthony just went "yeah i did it for fifteen years." i nearly spit out my sprite

i just shattered my phone screen someone kill me

rl craft is somehow incredibly frustrating and yet i cannot stop

my poetry teacher's ability to expose at least one influential poet from every movement as gay really is an admirable talent

don't worry kids, high school is just discussing whether or not the renowned poet t.s. eliot was actually a furry and relating isotopes to teenage mutant ninja turtles

my minecraft shaders are so fRICKIN pretty oh my god

i love having a mental breakdown over nonsensical functions and spending two hours on twenty problems

my creative writing class is so chaotic. one minute we'll be editing poetry quietly, the next we'll be seriously discussing "what if sloths were the exact same except they went the speed of cheetahs"

pffft cecil exposing his weird, mildly gay affection for carlos on the welcome to night vale radio is the best

i walk into school looking 100% like an egirl and even though e v e r y o n e calls me an egirl daily, i get called out for carrying around a coffee mug of earl gray tea instead

my friend said i'd be a terrible egirl so to spite her i spent an hour becoming the hottest egirl just to prove her wrong

my mom is leaving for a week to go to florida and you have no idea how liberating this week will be

you can 100% tell who is and is not a performing arts teacher in my school because the performing arts teachers are like "here's a bunch of concepts, do what you want" and the regular teachers are just "we're going to do things this way, forget creativity, not in this classroom"

i took my first ap test today and half through my essay i just looked up at my teacher and i must've been conveying ultimate fear because she just mouthed "are you okay?"

my english teacher has us submit memes to his "meme economy" where we can get candy for how funny they are and it's what i live for at this point

my english teacher: when you finish your essay, read the next assigned chapter
me: i finished the book
my english teacher: .................read it again

lookism really only got weirder when i took a break from reading it. there's a cat called ryan that sometimes talks now and idk where he is or what he is but i love him