If I ever start my own band, it is going to be called "Giant Donut Delivery Service".
This business, incidentally, needs to exist, because you never know when you might need a donut a metre in diameter and you’re too lazy to go and get it.
June 2010
Awh, man. San Jose must be hot as hell, haha. It's super gray and over cast down here.
And in your reponse to your other question, I'm pretty dandy. :P
Damn really? Haha SoCal needs to step up it’s game. Yea its hotter than Satan’s balls right now up here, 90+ every day since sunday and probably before, it’s bomb tho I’m getting a pretty great tan. :)
GAH! I saw your repsonse super late! Grr...those bastards at EDC right now. Lol, are you in LA?
I wish, I’m in San Jose packing for camp (gonna be a counselor for 5 weeks at the best camp ever, Latvian camp hell ya), and stressing the fuck out cuz I’m also moving. Somehow I thought it’d be a good idea to save a months rent by putting my shit in storage and moving into my new place when I get back but now I’m just fucking stressed. Also my friend who went to EDC frickin tagged me in pics and videos from it I could die of jealousy it was amazing last year I really hope I’ll be able to go next year… :’(
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you say to them, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you make them feel.”
—Maya Angelou (via lionofbedstuy)
Just threw up breakfast.
I was supposed to pack today but I can barely get out of bed I feel so sick. Someone, please come take care of me?
Just took Ambien for the first time.
This should be interesting.
I just want someone to read this. I just need some way to get this heard.
So here goes nothing, Tumblr. Though no one will read this anyway, I only have 67 followers. And I need to tell the whole world.
A little while ago, I was talking to my friend Katy about the current incredibly fucked up state of the earth, and I had a thought. A fantastic, striking, horribly depressing thought that was so simple it was beautiful. A way of getting all of the skeptics who don’t believe in climate change to maybe stop shaking their heads in obstinate denial for a moment and think. Because the earth is fucked up. And we fucked it up.
If you don’t believe it on a global scale, please look at the Gulf of Mexico, and shut up, because now the problem isn’t in the polar caps, isn’t acid rain over Sweden, it’s in our backyard. Because our reckless greed, yes, greed, our “need” for more, more money, always more, always reaching towards some unattainable point where we will finally be richer than everyone else, it has destroyed the planet that we live on. And considering we as a species are decades away from global unity, not to even mention space colonisation, we’re stuck here. And maybe we should try to be careful with our beautiful blue marble, and here’s why:
No amount of money can fix what we have broken.
There it is. Beautiful, isn’t it? Striking idea, isn’t it? Slightly terrifying, isn’t it. Makes you feel kind of powerless. Doesn’t it.
No amount of money can fix the Gulf.
No amount of money can bring back species that are extinct.
No amount of money can put the planet back the way it was.
There is no one you can pay off. No secret deal, no hidden handshake in some back room that you can do to wash your hands of the destruction of this planet. No matter how high the numbers in your bank accounts, no matter how expensive your suit and no matter how much of this intangible idea of “wealth” you may have, you have no power to fix the mess you have made.
The best we can do, at this point, is to try not to cause any more damage. To try and encourage better practices in the future, so that maybe our children won’t have to live on a planet ravaged by pollution, acid rain, flash floods, extreme droughts, where the only animals left are rats, seagulls, and cockroaches.
Or not, you know. Because hey, you died rich.
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
I propose every world leader, every CEO of every corporation (I’m looking at you, BP), every politician, every person still denying the existance of global warming, go back to elementary school and read The Lorax.
Things I would like for my birthday:
1. This or this. (They’re hair straighteners, not rickrolls.)
4. Neon Genesis Evangelion Pilot Interface cell phone strap.
I ask for ridiculous things I know I’ll never get because I don’t get birthday presents anyway. Ever. I haven’t gotten a birthday present from anyone but my mom or my best friend since… probably yea since I was a kid. Oh and my godmother Ruta always sends me random crap like a tape dispenser shaped like a cat.
Five million, sixty-thousand, two-hundred and eighteen people "like" Cristiano Ronaldo. Literally more people "like" a football player than the population of my entire country. Are you fucking kidding me?
