I’m so sorry that it’s been like, forever since I’ve visited this magical world of Tumblr, but look! Here’s a picture of some hungry hungry kittens!
Now that I’ve got your attention,
Hello my fellow Tumbloggers!
My friend’s youth group is participating in World Vision’s 30 Hour Famine. This weekend, they’re going to fast for 30 hours in an attempt to raise awareness of the hunger crisis, and to raise money to help feed famished children around the globe. Here’s the link if you want to donate.
$1: will feed a child for a day
$30: will feed a child for a month
$360: will feed a child for a year
Now I don’t want you to give any more than you want to, but if you want to give a lot, then please do! Anything you can provide will help a lot, and it will be very much appreciated.
HEY!!!! LISTEN!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please use this link to transfer yourself to this facebook page and LIKE THIS FACEBOOK PHOTO (on facebook, not here, of course, no need to like this annoying post) so that my friend can win a keyblade!!!!!!! The deadline is Oct. 15th, and as of this post, she could use about another 250 likes to get in the lead!!!!!!!!! Even if you’ve never heard of cosplay or Kingdom Hearts or facebook and got here thanks to one of my obnoxiously random tags, PLEASE HELP MY FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow, I don’t even know how long it’s been since I last logged on. On the off chance that anyone actually cares about my blog, I am terribly sorry. I give you a thousand apologies, and thank you ever so much for caring. But since I’m probably just talking to myself here, I’ll be getting on with things now.
advantages of being a boy:
- your boobs don’t get in the way
- no period
- your hormones don’t make you feel like a different person every week
- no childbirth
- penises are fun
- shirts always fit over your chest
- you can walk around topless in summer without being arrested for it
- you store less fat
- you actually can fit stuff in your pant pockets
advantages of being a girl:
- can use your bra as a
n extra pocket, since our pants don’t have any usable ones
- no physical sign of arousal, boners
Interesting. I have a feeling this must have been written by a girl, because I haven’t thought of my penis as “fun” since I was a toddler, if I ever thought that at all. To me, it’s just something that gets in the way. And I didn’t realize that breasts were that much of a hindrance. I think if a guy had written this, he would’ve put, as an advantage to being a girl, something stupid like “boobs are fun.” And I know some girls who wear men’s pants, no problem, so the pockets shouldn’t be that much of an issue. Plus, men’s clothing is often cheaper. And I suppose this is more of a personal issue, but I couldn’t walk around topless any more than I could walk around in a bikini top, which would probably have about the same effect on my comfort level. Also, when I get one of those stupid erections, it’s hardly ever a sign of arousal. It usually just happens at random times throughout the day, like in math class or church, or when I’m playing a video game or reading a book, or anything else I could be doing. And as for my hormones, there have been times when I feel like a different person every hour. (Or maybe that’s more related to my insanity….)
But of course, don’t get me wrong. I have long recognized how lucky I am to be a guy, with no periods, no childbirth, not-quite-so-bad hormones, lesser expectations, and as I’ve realized recently, no catfights. Seriously, catfights scare the heck out of me. When I see one, I want to get them to stop, but I’m too scared that I’ll get hurt myself. So rather than anything physical, I resort to unheard words and quiet comments…. Ahh, but I digress. Anyways, yeah, girls are better than guys, and being a girl is harder than being a guy. But to any girls who take the time to read this, please remember that penises are not toys!
Reblog if you’d care if I killed myself tonight
That’s an interesting way to get something to be reblogged quickly.
Reblog if you have a dirty mind
Write your tumblr name with your eyes closed. Let’s see if you can.
Hugh koodhupsyer not even close.
(-shrugs- at least I got Winchester right)
(Damnit! Missed the K! )
.whoops, sticky shift key
Well, not quite XD
Really? Now typing with your elbows is hard, but this? This is a piece of cake. Well, here goes. LinkXXX33. Now watch me type it with my elbows. LinkXXX33. Just don’t ask me to do both at the same time. And now that I think about it, I wonder if the person who originally posted this meant “type,” or if the person actually meant “write” and people just assumed that it meant “type.” Because writing with one’s eyes closed is somewhat more of a challenge, whereas typing with one’s eyes closed is something that anyone with competent keyboarding skills should be able to do quite easily. Then again, looking at some of the stuff above….
Reblog if you’re over 10 and you still have stuffed animals on your bed or in your room.
18 and proud xD
And I’m nineteen, and male, and yes, very proud. Especially of my three favorites, ‘cause they’re so cute and soft and adorable! I should post pictures sometime, but I’m lazy, so who knows when that will be.
Dear God has everyone been in a relationship besides me?
Am I really that atrocious?
Dear God, thank you, for letting me know that I’m not the only one who feels like this sometimes.
I’ve been having some weird feelings recently. To be honest, if I didn’t believe that homosexuality was wrong, I would definitely be bisexual. But even with my uncertainty as to whether or not that short line in the Bible really means that God considers it to be sinful or not, I choose to remain heterosexual, or perhaps asexual would be a more accurate word than any of the other three, considering that I am grossed out by the thought of having sex with anyone, male or female.
And I suppose it’s been a bit more than just recently. It was a couple years ago that I was getting jealous of my best friend’s girlfriend because she got to spend so much time with him. And the way he was able to keep me calm like no one else while holding my hands, teaching me how to ice skate. *wistful sigh* And now I’m feeling jealous of my sister for her boyfriend. I mean, I’m happy for her too, but… he WAS my friend first. Urgh, I’m so confused!!! And of course, there are the feelings I get whenever I look at Josh Hutcherson’s beautiful face.
But without a doubt, I know from my personal experience one’s sexual orientation IS a choice! I admit, it may be an exceedingly difficult choice at times, just like when you choose between studying or partying, but it’s still a choice. Before I only believed that it was a choice because it seemed obvious to me, and my mom told me of the many homosexual men she had met who had told her that it was a choice, and that they could’ve gone either way, but now I know from my own personal struggles as well.