Huh, I learned something new today.

Sometimes I go back to when times were easier, my childhood… when the world seemed to be infinite and boys were always gross. ;P

my parents are expecting/nagging me to get to sleep early and wake up early (5AM), so I’ll be prepared. But how do they expect me to sleep when they tell me to drink soda at 11PM because there’s “only a little left and it’s wasteful to just leave it there”? -_-

Makeup doesn’t work with me. While it may make all those other girls look absolutely gorgeous and pretty or whatnot, it makes me look absolutely GHASTLY. No kidding, it’s that bad that I have to use such a word. Eyeliner emphasizes your eyes? It makes my eyes look like they’ll bulge out of my head. Mascara makes your lashes look longer and fuller? It makes no visible difference to my lashes, apparently. And I don’t even WANT to get started on lip/skin products. No. End of story.

But no, the REAL secret is… I have this 50/50 struggle going on in my mind right now concerning high school. Half of me is shrieking in nervous fear, the other half is screaming with a giddy excitement. It’s a never-ending struggle right now…

what do you call a ukulele player? I’m pretty sure ukulelist isn’t it… sounds like a person suffering from some kind of mouth disease or something. O_o

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

My favorite inanimate object would probably be a stuffed animal (preferably pandas, penguins, something cute and/or fluffy). :3