Sometimes I get very annoyed at my mother.
Me: Hey mum can I give some of my money from my AP scores to help my friend’s mum who cant afford her bipolar medication and has been kicked out of her house and is living in a tent?
Mum: We just can’t afford to do that.
Me: Hey mum can I buy these 2 shirts for $50?
Mum: Yeah, sure, I’ll order them for you when I get home.
And then when I asked if I could participate in GISHWHES she said probably not. And then I asked if I could give to RandomActs and she said no and got really annoyed with me.
So basically it is okay for me to spend $50 on shirts but I’m not allowed to give even a dime to charity?
It’s okay for you to give $100 a month to church for them to pay for new HD tvs and XBoxes for the Highschool ministry but you only give $8 a month towards the Dollar club which goes out in the community and helps those in need?
It’s okay for you to go spend $50 on new shoes when you already have 10 pairs but it’s not okay to participate in Running AMOK?
I am sick of being looked down upon in this household because I want to make an impact on the world and help people. I am sick of my mum getting upset with me for looking up to Misha Collins and Mark Ruffalo, people who use their fame to help others and try to make the world a better place. Oh. I’m sorry mum. I’ll just be a “normal” teenager, go out, smoke pot, do drugs, and work a 9-5 job at the local Walgreens instead of doing what I love and helping others.
Happy Father’s Day!
So I just watched Thor and Captain America
I have so many feels.
SO. MANY. FEELS.
DEM BE REAL TEARS.
but I hate when girls complain about bras. I love my bras. I would actually prefer wearing nothing but a bra to being naked. Seriously. When they complain that its too tight of constricting, THEY ARE NOT GETTING THE RIGHT FUCKING BRA AND THAT IS THEIR FAULT. NOT THE BRAS. FUCK. Seriously.
Let’s say it together with Benedict.
OH MY GOOODDDD
jesus christ it sounds like he’s being possessed by the devil
punch him in the throat someone