You're late.

Meh. I'm bored.

Confession:

I’m not a fan of a definte beard.
But I love a little bit of stub. I don’t know what it is about it, but it’s a definte turn on. I like the roughness of it. The feel of it brushing against my cheek or my hand.
I think it’s something to do with me being attracted to sweet, sensitive guys. It gives something masculine to balance out the playing field.

I cannot imagine what my life would be like without three people.
This post is for them.
I love you three. I don’t tell you guys that enough.

I'm gonna play Cooking Mama on my brother's Nintendo DS, because it's my game.

Whatever, Monday needs to get here.

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Reasons I dislike being in Kentucky (this is how I feel right now, there are reasons I like it, but this is just how I feel at the moment)

• I can’t be myself. I can’t be silly or anything like that. I can’t joke around or be crazy
• I feel like I have to be perfect. I feel like everyone looks at my beautiful sister and her beautiful baby and thinks, “If Kayla isn’t like her, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
• It’s okay for my brother or my sister to be in a pissy mood, but it’s not okay for me to be in a pissy mood. My brother and sister are allowed to be sharp and rude to me, but I am not allowed to snarp and rude to them.
• I can’t be alone. Ever. If I am alone, everyone thinks something is wrong, when there is NOTHING wrong. I just need to be alone once in awhile. No reasons.
• I don’t feel like I belong here.
• My grandparents ask me if I’m texting everytime I touch my phone. They ask my who I’m texting. They ask me if I text a lot. They ask me about my facebook page. It’s uncomfortable and weird.
• My mom tells embarrassing stories about me, such as the time I put ham on the student teacher’s chair in seventh grade.
• Tension, anxiety, stress, and loneliness never cease to bombard me here. I feel left out of something. I’m too old to do things my brother does with family but I’m too young to do things that my sister does with my family. So where do I belong?

MY LEGGGGGGGGG.

I haven’t watched Spongebob in three days.

I’m dying.

Reglob with your favorite quote from Spongebob.

conversationwithmyself:

bewareofdarkness:

herpderp:

ephemeralcynosure:

herpderp:

scopeandfigure:

indierockandroll:

walkthewaves:

likespancakes:

yayaaa:

growingup:

replayingmemories:

hymendestroyer:

death-by-fetus:

narebear:

indiehipster:

“The inner mechanisms of my mind are an enigma.”

- Patrick Star

Weeeeeeeeeeeeewoooooooooooo weeeeeeeee wooooooooo weeeeeeewoooooooo

-Patrick Star

“HOLY SUPERHAPPYFUNTIME!”

- Patrick Star.

“I anything can’t do right since because pickles.”

-Spongebob Squarepants

“I wumbo, you wumbo, he/she/we wumbo. Wumboing, wumbology, the study of wumbo. Come on Spongebob this is first grade!” -Patrick

“Walking in the grass, it’s so fine, don’t need shoes in the summertime.” - Spongebob

“Oh well, I guess I’m not wearing any pants today!”
- Spongebob

NO THIS IS PATRICK!!!! - Patrick Star

I’M UGLY AND I’M PROUD!/HOOPLA/JUST REMEMBER, POOP, PEOPLE ORDER OUR PATTIES!

hoopla,

or FINLAND!!!!

”Once, there was an ugly Barnicle. He was so ugly, that everyone died! The end.”

-Patrick Star

”CHOCOLAAAATE”

JUST REMEMBER! POOP! PEOPLE ORDER OUR PATTIES!

“win this for the krusty krab” “for the krusty kraaaab” “win this one because i told you to” “because you told me tooooo”

“You’re just flippin’ patties.” Then Patrick flips over the rock and goes “sssss.”

(There’s so many but since I just saw this ep yesterday) Squidward: “I’m claustrophobic.”  Patrick: “What’s claustrophobic mean?” Spongebob: “It means he’s afraid of Santa Claus!”

“MY LEG!” :D

I miss Tumblr, laksjdflkajsdlfkj.

I am finally in Kentucky. So glad to finally be out of that car.

God. I'm going to miss PA so much.

Honestly, people around here talk about wanting to get out of this “shithole” and whatnot, and I admit I feel like that too sometimes.

But eight days out of reach of people I love and the town that’s so familiar to me and has been my home my whole life…I get homesick. Really homesick. And I miss everything. The nice, Bellefonte water. My friends, the people I dislike, the Christmas lights hung around downtown, the little shops around here, Maggie’s house, my house, my dogs and my cat, the smell of burning wood, Weis Market, and there’s so much more.

They’re such silly things to miss, but I miss them all the same.

But I just need to enjoy my time with my grandparents and my Uncle Chris (who I don’t really think of as a Uncle because…well…he’s 26), and my Uncle Jay & Patti, my cousins, and Eddie and Toot’s (pronounced tou-ts) Thanksgiving dinner with all the people I only see once a year.

Blah.