Giraffes and Bananas

Alright, listen. i was not gonna make a disgusting lovey dovey post telling everyone reasons why I love my boyfriend on here like every 15/16 year old has been doing recently (all the time) but I couldn’t resist.

We’ve been together for a little over a year now and I guess he deserves a little credit for having gone through so much bullshit together with me- and actually staying- after all this time.

so here’s the list of things I love about him:

1. We can pig out and be all gross together, and it’s always fun, and I never feel disgusting because we’re gross together so there’s no way he can hate me cause he’s just equally as gross as I am when we pig out.

2. He laughs at my jokes and actually understand what I mean when I say “and stuffs” or “or something like that, you know?”

3. We do boring shit together but we never get bored

4. We talk about why we hate people- which is one of my favorite subjects to discuss, after how adorable hedgehogs are.

5. He thinks it’s cute when I annoy him with the “I’m a Banana” dance

6. He holds my hand tighter when there’s a dog around, kind of his way of telling me that they’re not gonna bite

7. I love slowdancing with him to nothing for about 5 seconds randomly (seriously guys, do this. Relationship tips #1)

8. We talk about everything, including things you (girls) would only tell your girlfriends.

9. Our hands fit perfectly

10. We’re cool

11. He doesn’t apologize when I’m mad at him, instead, he gets super puppy-eyedly cute.

12. Home is not “home” anymore. “Home” is being together.

13. He does weird accents.

14. I can have an intelligent conversation with him, which is awesome cause guys over here are mostly dumb and ignorant. (no offense (but totally offending))

I had pondered for a while what the one intrinsic nature of this wildly preposterous thing called life was, and one day decided that it was no use to dwell on it any longer, just because such thing has no explanation.

Maybe it does, but maybe it’s not precisely similar to everyone. Maybe it adapts its meaning to time, space, and thoughts. Maybe it doesn’t even matter. Maybe it’s meant to be kept a secret. 

Alright, I’ve decided that I’m gonna start writing again and this time I’m gonna do it more often. That’s just what I decided earlier though, I’m not gonna promise you anything. Not that you care. Or do you? No you don’t.

The reason that I’d stopped writing was because.. well, I already have someone that I tell EVERYTHING to, so that is sufficient for me. And by everything I mean every single pointless and unimportant thing that happens to me that day, so at some point I just found it really tiring to recount my day to day stories twice everyday. And I still do. So I guess I’m just gonna rant here. or do some reviews on stuffs. or post pictures of me doing backflips (<sarcasm>which I’m TOTALLY badass at doing</sarcasm>) or something like cat pictures and shit. That sound fun, right guyyyyyysssss?

There’s a problem though. Well I don’t remember what e-mail I used for this account, and the password to this account. So if I got logged out of here I’m fucked. 

oh btw life updates: I started doing Insanity not so long ago and am now on day 4 :3 Let’s see how I progress and if this shit works. GON GET TIGHT BUTTS BRAH. Maybe when I’m done with this program I will post a picture of my naked butt edited with vintage and tumblr-esque effect, call it art, and have people reblog it. Just because tumblr loves butts. But no.  

Kayloveyoubai.

This is an official notice on how I have failed doing the 10 days challenge. There are several reasons why I couldn’t finish said challenge:

1.     First of all, I am a pretty good friend of Captain Procrastination and he has been helping me doing stuff lately. Kudos to him.
2.     Second of all, I cannot commit to doing one thing and then finish it. It’s just that I’m easily distracted and that I’m afraid of commitment (LOLWUT)
3.     I’ve been busy defending human rights (not really)
4.     I have a life.  I know, I KNOW it may seem like I don’t do stuff because I’m on the interbutts like all the fucking time but seriously, I have shit to do and I do shit. (literally and not literally)
5.     I have school, anddddd I’m like at campus most of the time. AND there’s been shitload of assignments and essays to do lately.
6.     There’s this event coming up and I’ve been kept kinda, sorta busy with it
7.     I lost interest in doing it
8.     I’m just lazy as fuck.

Sooo there you go. 8 legit reasons why I didn’t continue doing the challenge. They are legit, guiiise. Oh and note to self: no more commitment.