Inner child.

  I was watching agents of S.H.E.I.L.D today and all I could think about was how Joss Whedon has an eye for nice offices. Weather it be on a plane or in an underground prostitution organization they always look nice. I mean LOOK at Topher's Office!

Anyway. I was thinking "Dang! Topher's office is fly, I need a tiny trampoline to help me think!" And that's when it hit me. I HAVE a trampoline. A full size one at that. How could I have forgotten that I have a trampoline in my back yard? Clearly I am not as in-touch with my adolescents as I should be.
 I went outside (Shocker, right?), and I jumped on that trampoline until I realized how short my time with this youthful stage of body really is and rediscovered my inner child.

...Well I jumped until I slipped up and my glasses feel off and I kneed myself in the eye... But Until I rediscovered my inner child flows better to me. Because accidentally kneeing yourself in the eye is what childhood is all about.

I am a Fan-Girl... of sorts.

  I am that girl who sees a Boy Band preform and has the lead singer point at me and says: "Oh! I should move so he gets a better shot of the girl behind me!" But I am also the girl who sees a mere picture of Tom Hiddleston or David tenant and says: " hhhhiirgurflirgin i- i- loveee-". 

I am that girl who hears the word "The Jonas Brothers are having a concert in out town, wanna go??" and replies "Nah, same the seats for a girl who would get more joy out of it than I." But I am also the girl that sees pictures of Comic Con and dies a a little  A LOT inside every time she sees another one.

What I have con secluded from this is:

A: I am not the most average of teen girls.

2: I like older men.

00000011:I'm kind of a geek.

2+1+1: I want to be at Comic Con more than I want anything in life. (Well, it about ties with going to London...)

Tumblr knows:

mistyhermionethekittens:

meg-thecompanion:

thestoryofevan:

franerys:

satancriss:

chrisevanssbeard:

it’s nearly 3 am do you know where your teenage daughter is 

reading fanfiction and crying

wishing she was at comic con

Fangirling over 40 year old men

reading fan fiction about the 40 year old men at comic con

while crying

It is 8 In the morning and I am still awake. Do you know what that means?

"What's the point of being Grown up if you can't be childish sometimes?" -Tom Baker

Tonight Kelly and her friends were taking a field trip to Adolescents by eating ice cream, talking about boys and playing    'MASH'. AKA the things I as missing my chance to do by owning this blog. This was Kelly's result! It incapsulates her future in a one sheet of paper. I sure of it.

 

Update: mine. 

Made with Wisdom, Courage, Power and lots and lots of sugar

Nailed it! 

This one turned out okay! Thanks Robin!

Is my cat needy? Yes.

That basically describes Emily! 'I need to blog about this!'." -Drew

Yeah, Sadly he is Spot on about that...  "I need to Blog about this" is basically my catch phrase. I should be 'TUMBLalecki GAL' Not 'Tumblr Girl' because I'm sure it is taken... Probably by 'The Tumblr User Pizza'. 

I should draw that on MS Paint or Gimp (2). 

EVENTUALLY! 

Stuff Drew Says

"My world is too dark. I don't need sunglasses."   

My Cave, Spiders, Painting and Mold

Today, I decided to paint my closet room. But before I get into the horrors of that I must start by saying WHY I live in a closet. The answer is not Because I am Harry Potter. It's because it's cozy and great for reading and Interneting! I have a real room that I share with my awesome sister Robin! (Her name is Kelly but I am bat man so she must be Robin) Even with said room I like the privacy the 'Bat Cave' gives.

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Cleaning and painting an 8x10 room seems easy right? Wrong. My room has a tendency to flood. When  Things fall under my bed and I forget to clean them... long story short: Crusty, yuckyness. The floods make it damp and cold in the basement which happens to be perfect for spiders to live in! Which wouldn't be as much of a problem if I had a heart to kill them. But I don't. So they like to invade my room and make cobwebs. Lots of cobwebs. I had a bad experience with cobwebs today. I shall make crappy MS paint drawings to illiterate.

This is my cleaning what I thought were empty cobwebs.

 It's going all fine and dandy. I am sweeping the ceiling, totally normal. UNTIL THIS SoB tries to reenact  'The Reichenbach Fall' where it's final destination was my head. It succeeded and proceeded to land right INTO MY HAIR! Needless to say I freaked out... a lot.. Like a lot, a lot. It went a little like this:

  This was followed by about 5 minutes of screaming and bloody horror. I don't normally like killing spiders. Today was the exception.

Fin.

"My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations."  -John Green

Time to blog!

This is my blog apparently! I hope for future me sake that is not TOO, too bad! LET"S GET CRACKING!