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A 21 year old Biological Anthropology student with a love for: Harry Potter, Doctor Who, bunnies, Matt Smith, House, photography, music, art, books, and London. I sleep, read, paint, explore, and laugh way too much.
getoutofmyheadcharles: thebatmanchild: athagazagoraphobic: invisicanada: About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle. Reblogging for the comment How old are you?  “ten” How long have you been ten? “…” “I know what you are.” “Say it.” “A Pokemon Master.”

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thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

“I know what you are.”

“Say it.”

“A Pokemon Master.”

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Endgame.

I’m tired of feeling so alone.

I don’t feel like I have anyone to talk or relate to on anything I’m dealing with right now. I especially don’t feel like anyone has time for me, much less attempt to make time for me out of their day. I’ve hardly seen Joe in two weeks, much less spent any alone time with him, since his schedule at the moment revolves around Kopitz.

Needless to say, I feel neglected/helpless/defeated. It’s so hard to care about yourself when it seems like no one else does.

I don’t really want to do this anymore.

Le sigh.

Its probably a function of the fact that I’ve not slept more than 6 hours since Sunday night, but I’m not dealing with today very well.

Finals are kicking my ass in every direction. I’m glad I’ll be done by 10AM tomorrow, but I barely have the satisfaction of going to sleep right after. I don’t want to bail on my Marquette trip tomorrow, especially since it’ll be much needed girl time and a favor to Christian, but damn…I really want to sleep.

Being the end of the semester, I really need to get my outstanding fees paid off so I can register for my classes next semester and qualify for Financial Aid. Unfortunately, no one’s been very helpful in that aspect. I’m not sure how I’m going to afford rent at TWO places this month, much less the rest of my bills. I also need to start packing and coordinating a moving date, since vehicles are not always so accessible to me. I’d like to go home for a week (sort of), but with my work schedule being short on hours these last two weeks, I don’t know if I can even afford that.

And I’m feeling like I’m obligated to be the financially responsible one. Joe’s not been working as much, and so it falls on me to pay for a lot of things. I don’t really mind…dinner here and there is not a big deal at all, but it’s the lack of appreciation that’s getting to me. Part of it still stems from the whole security deposit fiasco, but it’s been compounded by implicit expectations from the last few days. It’s one thing to buy you dinner…but do I really have to buy your friends dinner too? And deliver it to you? And not get a single thank you or acknowledgment? Which even then, that wouldn’t be that bad…if he could simply reciprocate a favor occasionally. Considering I don’t ask for help often, and when I do, it’s never anything of significant effort, it’d be nice to get some feedback. It’s even more annoying when I know he’s spending a decent amount of money on drinking 5 nights out of the week, instead of quarters for his laundry that I end up doing.

And then, I feel like I’m constantly being rejected/dismissed. I’ve hardly seen Joe for any substantial amount of time since Saturday night, and the few hours we’ve spent alone together, my attempts at affection have been brushed aside. It doesn’t help that I’ve also not been able to adequately vent my frustrations out. I hate feeling so selfish, because I know he’s trying to spend time with his best friend before he ups and leaves for the real world, but ugh. Would it kill you to try for like…ten minutes? I’m only one person, and I’m a far cry from being Supergirl. Sometimes I need someone to take care of me, too.

I need a hug.

thefluffingtonpost: Baby Bear Diagnosed With Social Anxiety Bear psychologists have diagnosed a local cub with social anxiety disorder after he exhibited extreme shyness around others. “Sometimes cubbies can be a little awkward around their peers, but most will grow out of it,” says Dr. Jane Camping.  ”But a bear with social anxiety may have setbacks — he won’t be able to eat at the cool kids table, or will be too shy to ask a girl to the Spring Fling dance. So it’s good to diagnose that early on.” Via American Museum of Natural History — Baby Animals!

thefluffingtonpost:

Baby Bear Diagnosed With Social Anxiety

Bear psychologists have diagnosed a local cub with social anxiety disorder after he exhibited extreme shyness around others.

“Sometimes cubbies can be a little awkward around their peers, but most will grow out of it,” says Dr. Jane Camping.  ”But a bear with social anxiety may have setbacks — he won’t be able to eat at the cool kids table, or will be too shy to ask a girl to the Spring Fling dance. So it’s good to diagnose that early on.”

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I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.

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…WHAT HE SAID.

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