Nosy Neighbors
whydoihaveablog:
4 or 5 years ago I was home alone and decided to take a shower. I put my clothes in the laundry basket and then walked upstairs to the bathroom. Because I was home alone, you see, and the advantage to being home alone is that you can take off your clothes in a room entirely separate from the bathroom when you go to take your shower. Why bother with carrying dirty clothes back to the hamper?
As soon as I lock the bathroom door (I don’t care how alone I am, the door to whatever room I’m in must always be shut. It’s weird, I know, and I’m sorry.) I hear a knock at the door. I ignore it. The doorbell rings. I ignore it. The door OPENS. I PANIC. Then I hear my neighbor, say “Is anyone here? HELLO?!” and I am naked and scared. The screen door opens and I am whisper-screaming OH MY GOD and yell-thinking HOW DO I GET OUT OF THIS SITUATION and she is talking to my dog and walks up a few steps, down a few steps and then finally, finally leaves and I am frozen in place wondering why my neighbor just broke into my house.
After a few moments I run to the front door, lock it, and turn around and see what was so important that my neighbor felt the need to break in: She left us a box of Trader Joe food.
She continued to give us boxes of food from Trader Joes for the next year. We don’t know why and she never explained. The lesson I learned is to never be naked anywhere ever again, no matter what.
STORIES LIKE THIS, guys. This is why Caragh is amazing.
(via thelovelybones)
I WANT THE SPRITE ONE SO BADLY.
Farmers only ever has Coke, Vanilla Coke and Fanta.
sigh.
I for real have so much shit to get done by Friday.
I have to pack up my entire room into boxes/suitcases/bags in such a way as I’ll be able to live out of it for approximately a month or so. Ugh. NOT LOOKING FORWARD.
I have to finish 4 online tests (and watch all the lectures/ do all the readings for them so I can, you know, get a good grade)
Work 5 shifts.
IAMGONNADIE.
thelovelybones:
I am going to watch this movie tomorrow night, fy.
What movie is this?
thatsnotmynamex:
Hardy Candy
I watched it again today, and I do in actual fact understand it properly. The only reason I misunderstood it was because my best friend told me that he wasn’t a paedophile (they say paedophile well weird in the film) so I got really confused because he acted like one to me.
& Anyway even though she still says that he isn’t one I understand he is. He admitted it. & she had already killed the other guy that was a part of his like creepy thing.
I love this film though & Ellen Page is amazing in it.
P.s Don’t cut your hair again like that.
The way I understood it, you’re supposed to make your own mind up if he is a paedophile or not. Ellen’s character believes he is, and she forces him to kill himself on the basis that she’ll tell everyone he is, but that doesn’t conclusively prove that he actually is.
I think one of the bigger questions is whether or not Ellen’s character is right in doing what she does.
thatsnotmynamex:
I want them nails back, I can’t be arsed to do them!
omfg you’re gorgeous!
all i want to know is why
and its killing me not knowing. but one text, or email or facebook message will open the floodgates and I cannot do that to myself. I don’t have the time to fall apart again.
chasingalyx
zebrastripes:
hiii, thanks for following :) <3
no problem! thanks for following back!
assignmenting. grr
I loathe pointless assignments that are worthless in terms of marks but are still compulsory.
