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HaHa.

There is a Tumblr app for my Itouch…that is Awwesomeeee!!

So, I have this idea..

devincastro:

Seeing we have:

1. Stranger Tuesday
2. Gratuitous Photo Of Yourself Wednesday (GPOYW)
3. Semi-Nude Photo Day (SNPD: Thursday)
4. Smile Friday
5. Mustache Saturday

My idea is this, “Walt Disney Movie Monday” a.k.a. (WDMM)
Simply, post a single quote/photo/audio post/youtube video of your favorite scene from your favorite Disney movie and label it WDMM!
You can change up your movies each week, just post something Disney movie-related, yes?

If you think this is brilliant, please REBLOG!

Why?

Is it that I care so much about other people and commit myself to making them happy when nobody cares about me back? This is a question I couldn’t get out of my head today. Seriously though I rarely ever put myself in front of other people. I guess I should just stop caring but for me that would be impossible so I guess I’ll just continue feeling used and unimportant.

Trust.

In the past week I’ve experienced a lot of betrayal by people that I trusted. My only conclusion was that I must trust people to easily. That is absolutely true also. I give people my trust even when I know they aren’t worthy of it. The funny thing is that I don’t care. I want everyone to be a good person even though I know that will never happen. I treat everyone as if they are a good person even if I know they aren’t in hope that my love and trust will change them. I’m not at all ashamed that i trusted these friends of mine that recently betrayed me. I won’t be changing the way I trust people either.

My Hometown.

zachdyke:

While everyone I know is wasting time wishing themselves out of it (I used to be one of those kids), I am finally taking a moment to appreciate where I am. Sure, maybe it’s not as exciting as your hometown. Maybe there’s not as much to do. But is is a part of me-a large part. If were to have grown up anywhere else, I would not be who I am. Perhaps, even, I would not love the things I love. I grew up here for a reason, and it took the better of seventeen years to come to grips with that. 

I vaguely remember my childhood at all. However, an overall theme is painted clearly in my mind. We had freedom. When we were old enough, my friends and I were allowed to ride our bicycles all over town. Our parents’ only rule was to come back by dark. Had we not lived where we did, I would have never experienced this freedom. I would not have traded that for anything. Some of the greatest adventures I ever experienced were durng those times. We would ride out into the country, get lost on horse trails in the park, discover and ride through newly-created oceans when it flooded, and race around the overly bumpy, brick, cemetery hills. Sure, we didn’t always behave. We found our way into trouble. I remember when we would ride bikes to the softball field with a bucket of baseballs and a few bats and have a home run derby. At one of those lovely derbies, I remember very clearly my brother hitting the roof of one of the houses that sat on the other side of the fence. I am not sure I have ever pedaled as fast as I did that day. 

By no means is it at all easy to describe the impact this town of 4000 has had on me. I just know that without it, I would not be me. I am completely unsure of who I would be, but it would not be me. Because I now understand that, I would like to say something I never imagined I would say.

Thank you, Morrison. 

WooHoo!

I can post pictures from my iPod!

Ewww…

I’m sick.
That’s what I get for working at a nursing home.