Decidedly Indecisive

I love elephants.

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 23:42:00 -0700

Photo

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 19:34:07 -0800

So true.

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 17:28:38 -0800

Edward Cullen: I want to kill you.

Bella: I trust you.

———

Edward Cullen: I want to kill you.

Normal Person:

So many relatable posts in this blog!

That moment when you try to actually get work done....

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 16:57:52 -0800

avipblackjack:

but your friend won’t shut up

Most of the time, I think I’m the friend who won’t shut up.

My best friend (aka you-know-who-you-are) will probably attest to that, and also to the fact that I don’t actually try to get work done…

When a character does something embarrassing and you feel the embarrassment.

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 13:01:59 -0800

eternallyinthetardis:

All the time. All the time…

Me: Can I use the bathroom? Teacher: I don't know, can you? Me: When I was using "can" I was using its secondary model form as a verbal modifier asking for permission, as opposed to expressing an ability. I thought since you were a teacher you'd know that. My bad. MAY I use the restroom?

Fri, 18 Nov 2011 01:34:44 -0800

totally-relatable:

TEACHER:

OTHER STUDENTS IN THE CLASS:

AND I’M JUST LIKE :

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That mad sprint to the tv when your favorite show is starting

Thu, 17 Nov 2011 00:05:35 -0800

And with Harry Potter? Had to, I had to reblog.

totally-relatable:

I CAN’T MISS THE START

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That awesome moment when you can read your best friend's mind.

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 23:13:45 -0800

And they just keep coming. And unless you’ve recently had an identity crisis, you still know who you are.

miguelofthedark:

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Why does no one in my house understand that if the door is closed when they walk in a room, the should close it when they walk out.

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 19:18:31 -0800

So true. So true…WHY!!!!???

More Laughs Here

When you say the exact same thing as your best friend

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 02:55:05 -0800

Again. You know who you are.

totally-relatable:

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There are two types of greetings:

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 20:12:06 -0800

Wow. I really hope not. And yes, this is directed at someone in particular. You know who you are.

quotidiangork:

Friends:

Best friends:

this couldn’t have been more accurate

When people say they don't understand tumblr

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 20:05:07 -0800

When people say they don't understand tumblr:

Awesome.

totally-relatable:

TUMBLR IS CLEARLY DESIGNED FOR SUPERIOR MINDS ONLY.

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Trying to look sexy while smiling:

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 00:12:45 -0800

It is hard to fully express my joy at this post. JOY :D

totally-relatable:

Expectation:

Reality:

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WHAT IS YOUR PLANET OF ORIGIN?

Mon, 26 Sep 2011 22:48:15 -0700

I APOLOGISE, THAT INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED UNTIL SUCH A TIME THAT REVEALING THE AFOREMENTIONED INFORMATION IS NO LONGER A SECURITY RISK.

(via jnyellow, fyeahprincephillip) This scene is still one of...

Tue, 13 Sep 2011 17:46:37 -0700

(via jnyellow, fyeahprincephillip)

This scene is still one of the damn creepiest scenes I remember seeing in a Disney movie…Maleficent has him at her mercy, and…

Maleficent: I have plans for our royal guest. [Creepily smiles before sweeping out the door]

See! Creepy!

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Sat, 18 Jun 2011 15:07:10 -0700

ASSUMING YOU ARE REFERRING TO MY PLANET OF ORIGIN, I AM UNCERTAIN AS IT HAS NOT BEEN DISCOVERED BY THIS PLANET YET AND I POSSESS NO MAP.

Ewok.

Sat, 18 Jun 2011 10:01:00 -0700

So…turns out my last post was pretty accurate. It’s been “quite a while” since December 2010-about 6 months, to be more specific-and I finally feel like posting something. Moving on to the actual post:

For those of you among the smattering of people who actually read my posts (translate-like 3 people) that do not understand the meaning of the title, I have a piece of advice: Star Wars-watch it! (or read it, if that’s more to your liking). If Star Wars is not something you like/love (oh, the horror!), then I shall briefly explain the species of the Ewok, because you can look up a great deal more information on Wikipedia (or Wookiepedia, the purely Star Wars wiki). They are a race from the forest moon of Endor, of teddy-bear-like appearance, though more of the cutely ugly variety, I think (more referring to the plushie rather than the movie version). They have primitive technology (catapults, ladders, spears, etc.) and are, to quote Wikipedia, “hunter-gatherers.” The Ewok show their mettle when helping Luke Skywalker and his buddies defeat the Empire. More importantly, by having an intense celebration after winning, they show that they know how to party! It was so great they even got Obi Wan Kenobi, Yoda, and Darth-Vader-turned-back-to-Anakin-Skywalker to drop by! (For those who get it, sorry, I know it’s bad, but I couldn’t resist.) So that’s the Ewok, essentially. Incidentally, if you want to see one for yourself and can’t be bothered to watch the movies or look one up on Google images, then just glance at my little picture, as it’s no longer of the wonderful face of Cookie Monster, but of an Ewok plushie (not applicable any longer, so stop being lazy and look it up!).

For being unable to think of a good transition, I am stating that very inability as my pathetic transition into talking about why exactly I am bothering about Ewoks. So I’ve always liked Star Wars (I’ve watched all six movies, in order-by movie universe timeline, not by when they were made, though I doubt you care-, at least three times already), but I never bothered with actual merchandise or anything until recently. I bought a Star Wars poster from Michael’s for what I would usually consider too much money to spend on one (in my defense, it was a totally awesome poster), and now I’ve purchased a plushie Ewok, and it was from Disneyland, so you know it’s expensive. Basically, now that I’m in fact willing to spend money on it, you can tell I love it…

And now we come to the main point of this post, and if you didn’t appreciate the long-windedness just to get to this point, then too bad, because I really wanted to mention the Ewok and it was better to join it with the other part of my post, especially because there’s actually a connection. So, the reason for my being at Disneyland in the first place was that it was my school’s Grad Nite, starting from the night of June 16 and ending at 7 in the morning on June 17 (just so I have a record of the dates in case I forget). Personally, though I know some people didn’t enjoy their Grad Nites, I really had fun on mine. I went on rides I’ve never been on before, and I got to see fireworks, which I haven’t seen at Disneyland since I was a little kid, and I can barely remember it, looking up from being carried in someone’s arms and seeing bright bursts of light. It would be at such a cliche, cheesy moment that it really hit me that I was done with high school and that I would be moving on and most likely never seeing many of these people, the people I’ve grown up with, ever again. Maybe subconsciously I pick the cheesiest moment I can find to make significant….

Anyway, I could go into much more detail, I’m sure, but I’ve explained the main parts (I know, the main point was actually shorter than my minor ones, but it’s like building up to a theme(not really) or something, and the theme is usually short and sweet, you know) and that’s good enough for my lazy butt. I’m surprised I managed to pull up the determination and make the decision to start this post, because that’s always the hardest hurdle for me, getting started. So until next time. I’d say stay tuned, folks, but you probably don’t need to worry about that for a few months, at least.

Confuzzled-Look it up!

Sat, 25 Dec 2010 02:03:35 -0800

I don’t know why, but a few hours earlier, a bit before the clock struck midnight, I found myself anticipating Christmas day. I know, I know, who doesn’t anticipate Christmas? But when your family hasn’t celebrated it for years, not since you graduated elementary school (about 6-7 years ago, for anyone who doesn’t know my age), it can be a little, to use the word one of my friends is fond of, confuzzling (the word ‘fuzz’ in the middle makes you want to say it, huh, huh? Yeah that’s right, go ahead). Confuzzled like…

Like this bird wondering what the hell is going on with Mr. PossibleCrashLanding.

Note: Credit for the picture is on the bottom, but if you can’t see it, it says: www.thrumyeye.deviantart.com, where you can view more of their work.

Well, honestly, this whole post was just to kind of show the picture, but with a little story to relate it to for those who can’t let things speak for themselves…alright, alright, I posted this because, well, that’s just how this came out and I don’t feel like thinking anymore, so, goodbye till next time (which, based on my indecisiveness and lack of inspiration, might be a while).

ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Thu, 14 Oct 2010 15:01:00 -0700

I’m a lot calmer now but believe me when I say that I was absolutely infuriated about half an hour ago in my 5th period (yes, I am posting this on one of the school’s computers during my nonexistent 6th period ). My 5th period just so happens to be yearbook, and I just so happen to be the person who is putting everything together on my group’s first spread (there are 4 groups, each headed by a staff manager, who gives us assignments and such). The rest of my group did contribute, of course, but in some cases it might as well have been nothing at all, for some barely did anything. I’m not really complaining about that, actually, as I actually do enjoy putting it together, although it was annoying to have to edit and lengthen the story because it wasn’t long enough and it wasn’t exactly…well, it needed some improvement. This I actually enjoyed doing as well, though, so it wasn’t really a problem. It’s just that everything irritates me right now. The current grades were posted on the wall and I got up to look, expecting at least an A-, for I had been under the impression that our group had done what we needed to do…………

D+. D+. I have a D+! Why, you might ask? How is it possible? Well, as it turns out, my staff manager was told that we had another spread that we were supposed to complete, something about JV/Varsity Football (or perhaps volleyball, I know it was something sporty), and she didn’t say anything because apparently she didn’t know or she lost the paper or some other stupid shit like that (just thinking about it is getting me angry again, I usually don’t type curse words). Our teacher-if you can even call him that, he doesn’t do jack-tells us that our our grades will go down if one person doesn’t do the work….his face looks so fucking smug and “I told you so” and that fake “too bad” that I want to murder something. How the fuck are we supposed to know about a spread if our staff manager doesn’t have the organizational skills or memory to fucking tell us? I guess I see that if there’s a group thing and no one does it, all our grades will go down, but if we didn’t even know about it?! That’s not our damn fault! Why can’t she get her grade screwed up and leave the rest of us alone? And to top things off, B—-’s (she’s in my group) grade was only a B+ because I guess he forgot she was in our group or something. She tells me when she knows I’m irritated and then asks me not to say anything to the teacher when I talk to him about my grade! I wanted to so much, but in that situation, it’ll turn out better for me in the long run by agreeing. I suppose in the end all that would happen if I did tell would be that her grade was lowered as well, but it damn well should be! She barely did anything (sorry, B——, hope you never read this, and if you do, I’m just emotionally unstable right now) and she ends up with the better grade? Cue title of post here. ARRRRRGGGGHHH!

But then the bell rang, and Devon (a semi-friend, but getting to the friend title every second) pulled me into a hug during which I sighed frustratedly, but felt better all the same. Thank you Devon!

I know what you’re probably thinking right now. Why is she so mad that she had to bother to post this? It was like the catalyst, you know. I’ve been under some stress lately, particularly this week, what with Navrathri and Amma wanting me to finish my Common App by tomorrow and taking pictures for yearbook and asking for recommendations and it goes on and on.This was just one more thing I didn’t want to have to worry about….

Well, the bell just rang and the school day is over. Now to attempt to simultaneously be in two club meetings at once…

The sexuality of these ads somehow seems worse than ads today,...

Wed, 06 Oct 2010 18:55:43 -0700

Are you man enough?

Wonder how many of these cars were sold.

The sexuality of these ads somehow seems worse than ads today, and the pictures weren’t even a factor (no offense, car and guy in white, I didn’t feel the “sexiness”), but the words, oh the words, so much sexual innuendo it was funny.