My life

My Radom thoughts/ stuff I do/ what ever I feel like posting 

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I was showing my younger brother I gif of Chris Pratt running in heels, all i said was “Chris Pratt”... my mum who was two rooms over shouted “were?”. All I got to say is, dang son, you even got the married ladies. 

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We all need a horse selfie in our day

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If guns kill people why aren’t all the abusive idiots of the world dead? Because if I was a gun I sure would be after the a-holes. No, people kill people WITH guns. If you cut out the middle man (guns) they will still be killing each other, but you know, not with guns... Maybe they’ll use swords, that would be interesting.... 

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That feeling you get when you just bs your way through a test and get 100

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Not Thriving, Surviving

When school is stressing you out so bad that your body retaliates and you get sick somethings is wrong. I not saying school is evil but I don’t care about math, its not useful to me and what I want to do, what i am going to do. Why must I be fantastic at something I am not going to use every day of my life. Why is what I am personally good at looked down upon because it doesn’t come with a grade? You tell us to be our selves, to be happy who we are, then you say we must be great at a selected set of skills. A set of skill that we did not pick. Why is the work I am great at valued less then the value of the A honor student’s? Are school system is messed up! Students aren’t thriving, we are surviving. And if we cannot survive, we are drowning. 

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You know your trying to avoid wright something what you start drawing on what your supposed to write on. #happydragon #dontwanttowritr

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Percy: When I die, I want the gods to lower me into the ground so they can let me down one last time.

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So camp can be... Interesting sometimes. On like the 3rd day of camp, me and my best friend (how'd previously stole my sweatshirt and hat) were waiting in the lunch line. I was trying to recover my hat and was holding it above my head. My friend decided that to get it back she would hug me from behind and bite my shoulder. This other youth leader behind us (who is the camp flirt) yelled "couple goals!" My friend the slide her arm around my shoulder, turn us around and said "mine punk, get your own." A few weeks later we had are county fair, since the the couple goals thing we started acting like a gay couple. One night we started skipping around with laced hands. Well doing that we past a group of youth leaders from camp. And this my friends is how the rumor started that I'm gay and have a girlfriend

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