I'm Back!

So since I last posted stuff has happened.

Yes.

That does tend to happen, I suppose.

And I didn't post the last week of school because finals, ew. And then Christmas break. And then the last couple of weeks have been... not good.

It's been a rough fortnight, guys. (And now I'm kind of really worried if a friend of mine is okay so let's all just survive the month good plan I think yes.)

And yes, I use the word fortnight in normal everyday life.

So hello to all my new followers (thanks so much I made my goal *happy dance*) you will probably regret it!

While I should write actual things, I'm just going to say parts of conversations from the last month or so, and whatever I found awesome. Blatantly stealing from Facebook, texts, chats, skype, and whatever.

"Tired, sore, sad, disappointed... seems like someone had a bad night." -Ramen


Me: Everything I know about love is pain.
Her: I love you.
Me: *awkward pause*
Her: ...
Me: Ow. *hits heart*
-First day back at school, talking to Pencil. Yes that is her name.

My Christmas Spirit:
"All the Whos down in Whoville, the young and the small, the spirit of Christmas devoured them all." Wait...

During finals week, my dad got married. He decided to tease me.
Dad: "Today I got married and bought a house. What did you do today?"
Me: "I... took a nap?"

Me cooking food:
Fire alarm: "BEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEP. *pause* BEEEEP. BEEEEEEP."
Me: "STOP IT!"
Fire alarm: "..."
Me: "OH MY GOD THAT WORKED."

On my cuz's birthday, a few days after Christmas, we were at CVS and we saw a giant cardboard rocketship for sale.
He was turning 14.
I am 15.
My brother is 13.
We have no regrets.

I slept in it when we got home.

All my little cousins and my brother they're soooo cool using cuss words and finally my brother snaps and yells "YOU'RE MITT ROMNEY!"

"Warm, fresh, homemade rolls. Who could complain?"
*entire dinner table points at my brother*

I broke my bed, and fixed it with duct tape. Still held together with duct tape. Yup.

On New Years Eve, everyone in my house was already asleep by 9:30 except for me.
Party hard.

Last weekend I spent all Saturday reading fanfiction until around 7 when LumpyBoobs, Tie, and his friend Cool Jeep Guy convinced me to go to Kemah with them. Because that is soooo much cooler.

Teacher: "Who has read Harry Potter?"
Me: *casually attempts to cover up Ravenclaw tie*

So I learned yesterday to never sleep on your stomach on the castle set while tech theater is figuring out the lights, as you may end up with your butt illuminated while you're just trying to sleep.
On the other hand, all the tech theater boys kept coming up and talking to me after that...

Yes my booty is fantastic, thankyouverymuch.

Her: What do you think monks do when they get boners?
Me:...is this the beginning of a joke or an actual question?
Her: Actual question.
Me: I feel like saying "Masturbate. FOR JESUS." would be a little inappropriate.

Me chilling in a Walgreens:
I just realized I look like a slutty hobo yes this is different than a bad prostitute because I think they don't have dirt splattered all over their bare legs.

This happened today which is probably why I'm no longer putting off blogging:
Top Hat: rawr
Robin: I MADE FOOD
AND
INSPIRPING
UH
INSPIRING
OKAY SO THAT MAY BE OVERWHELMING
BUT HI
Top Hat: we're literally less than a minute into this conversation and I am already confused
Robin: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
okay no
so
 today i read this thing
and it was a good thing
and i read it
and it didnt sink in
but then it did
so
i made eggs fluorintine
or however you spell it
and its delicious
and im gonna clean my room
and do stuff
and be happy
this thing: 1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.
2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.
3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.
4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.
5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.
6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.
7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.
8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.
9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.
10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.
Live.
Live.
Live.
Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.
Top Hat: Huzzah
oh wow gosh now  have to read this thing thanks a lot
Robin: just the last few lines
Top Hat: oh wow
Robin: you read the whole thing didnt you
Top Hat: yes
Robin: im sorry
Top Hat: no worries
Robin: okay so the last few lines sunk in
and now
i want to do things
and be happy
and get stuff done
and live

And if you've made it all the way here, you get the lovely bonus of the first and currently only picture I've taken with my new computer. Yes I got a new computer for Christmas, the old one was kind of covered in duct tape to keep it together.

I was home sick and hadn't washed/brushed my hair so it's got more... volume? then usual and I wanted to know if I could pull off the Black Widow in the new Avengers movie bob thingy.

I totally can.

So yeah I'll be back soonish (hold me to that) and you should all comment below and tell me all about yourselves.

I gift to you all a mental cookie.
It makes you invisible but only when nobody is looking at you.