I passed a pill bug that was stuck on its back, and without thinking, I bent over and flipped him. If it could talk, it would have probably thanked me, but I felt really good about it anyway. That’s why I think I should be the next president of the United States.
The name's Tim. Nice to meet you, maybe.
I play guitar, sing silly songs, write stuff, draw shitty pictures and make people on the Internet mad on a professional level. I drink a lot of tea and write letters to pen pals. I also think about death a lot.
My dad told me that he was inviting a bunch of guys from the office (he works for the Los Angeles Police Department) over to his apartment to watch football and chill.
Why is that a big deal?
He invited me.
I’m one of the big dogs now. My dad and I are friends.
:’]
So, in celebration, here’s a joke.
What’s the difference between a baby and a sock?
I’ve never lost a sock in the dryer.
Thank you, and good night.
The first type of boredom is the kind you get with friends, or, sometimes, all alone, when you get a million weird ideas for things to do that are clearly stupid, but end up being amazing, all because you were bored. This kind of boredom is encouraged, because it allows you to do things you wouldn’t normally do if there was already something else you could have been doing.
The second type of boredom comes when you haven’t been doing anything (you are usually alone as well) for a while, and there’s a sort of… depression that hits you. A depression brought on by being so stationary for so long, from not only doing nothing entertaining for a while, but not doing anything substantial to your life.
It’s sort of like a “writer’s block” for life, when you don’t know what to do at all, so you sort of just sit there, wondering when things got so bad and… boring. This type of boredom is a cycle: The longer you do nothing, the worse it gets, and the more nothing you do, the more bored you become, so you do even less, until you wind up just sitting on your bed, just thinking about all of the things you’d want to do, if only you were a little more motivated.
Anyway, it sucks, and I need to break out of it.
POST NUMBAH FO’ THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND WASSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP
Anyway, now that the prerequisites are taken care of, and I not only used the word “prerequisites”, but also spelled it correctly on the first try…
Hello, everyone.
This is my 4,000th post.
And even at post #4,000, I am still proud of my Tumblr, just based on the fact that I can still look at it and laugh; based on how it is pretty much my raw, original thought, putting myself into it, and showing people who I really am without reblogging some stupid quote from some stupid movie that’s taken way out of context, or something so totally bland and vague that it applies to everyone.
No, instead of reblogging every line from “(500) Days of Summer”, I decide to actually, I don’t know, write. Which is something I wish I could still find on this site. But, I don’t want to get all into rant mode, because I know the reason why you people are really here.
There you go, 267 people.
That is a picture of a fake baby I took several years ago in high school, wearing a pair of my sunglasses.
Please, please, no thanks will be needed.
-Tim
I don’t have much of anything to say, since life’s been at a stand-still lately. Maybe I could put up a scrap of poetry or something. I don’t know. With my laptop reinstated and ready to go, I can finally just do some writing or whatever (Team Fortress 2, who am I kidding), but…
I don’t know…
Something will come to me eventually. I just feel like writing, but don’t know what I want to write about. And later, I’ll probably find something to write about, but will be too busy turning someone’s face to mush with a grenade launcher.
It’s just sort of nice to be back, Tumblr. And with only two unfollowers, too! I expected a lot more. Ah well. They were probably lame, or ugly, or even worse…
Hawaiian…
Anyway, take time out of your busy schedule, drop by 263 W. Inbox ave. and say hi!
-Tim
Go go go.
Mine is “make a Tumblr account”.
Are you there, Internet? It’s me, Tim.
I’ve been up for I don’t know how long because I was unable to sleep, so, here I am, drinking one of my many daily cups of tea. I think I literally drink about 3-4 cups of tea a day. One day, I will die of tea overdose, and all will be right in the world.
I’d be okay with dying from too much tea.
Anyway, I am unable to sleep because I have a clusterfuck of emotions running through my head right now, which mostly have to do with a realization that I had last night, which caused my little insomnia. Seriously, I’ve never just been unable to sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about something, or, partly in this case, someone.
(One of my eyes looks like it’s gonna fall asleep.)
I want to get out of here. I don’t want to put trust in people. I want to lose touch with everyone, and start over. I want to act like a little whiny baby, move away to somewhere far, like New York, be able to take care of myself, and forget about my life in California.
This is a good picture. It illustrates my disdain for life very adequately.
It doesn’t matter how many people tell me they love me: I’ll just say it back, because I mean it, but continue to pretend that they’re someone else that I’ll never hear it from.
I’m okay with being alone.
I’m not okay with being alone.
Sometimes I look at where I am: Attending college, and driving, and eating coffee cakes and pretending to talk about the Stock Market, and wonder when I wasn’t ten years old anymore. It feels weird, to imagine that I’m an adult, because I sure as hell don’t feel like one. I don’t think I’m quite ready to do anything, but I want to get out of here already. People are annoying here. But then there are some who I… wouldn’t mind taking with me.
There are some smiles that you just never forget.
In short, once again, I ain’t doin’ too hot right now.
At least the tea is good.
End little girl post.
Hi, I’m Tim, and this is what’s going on in my Tumblr life right now.
*looking through notes*
*looking through notes*
“Wow, more notes. Cool. A lot of people like this LEGO picture. Wait a tick.”
*finds specific answer*
“Wait. I don’t remember rambling or anything. In fact, I’m pretty sure that the post was only…”
*counts on fingers*
*grabs calculator*
*uses abacus*
“… Six words. What the hell. Let me take a look at this guy.”
“… Well, this is awkward.”
EDIT: “Maybe he’s talking about a different “long post” than I’m thinking…”
“…”
“… Well, this is awkward.”
Never posting.
No one will see that little freewrite except for the recipient, and myself, because that shit was heartfelt.
*sniff*
Heartfelt.
Also, I just like to write, but can never find the inspiration on my own to do it.
So, thanks to all of the people who don’t even know inspire me.
Thanks a lot.
-Tim
