March 2012
me on tumblr: i love you all you're all such lovely people ugh you guys are perfect
me anywhere else: how can i make it apparent that i hate every last one of these people with a burning passion without winding up in jail
teacher: what's your favourite kind of bird?
me: a mockingjay.
teacher: what?
When Singing Arctic Monkeys Songs
Normal People: I bet that you look good on the dance floor. I dont know if you're looking for romance or, I dont know what you're looking for.
Me: I BET THAT YOU LOOK GOOD ON THA DANCE FLOOR!!!!! I dont know if ya lookin for romance OR WHAT!? I dont know what ya lookin forrrrrrrrr!!!!!! DONT BELIEVE THE 'YPEEE!!
My stages of band-related obsession.
Me: Who the fuck are they?
Me: Oh, I like this song.
Me: Oh, I like this album.
Me: Hey, the lead singer is pretty attractive.
Me: Oh hey there, so is the guitarist. And the bassist. And the drummer. Heh.
Me: I need to see this band live.
Me: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. LOOK THEY'RE SO WONDERFUL
Me: YOU PERFECT FUCKING BASTARDS ARE RUINING MY LIFE WITH YOUR MUSIC AND YOUR FACES AND YOUR PERSONALITIES AND OH MY GOD I CAN'T EVEN ADSFSFLKNHSLKFHK *sobs continuously*
