Jude/Smithy/Lee/[Insert more monikers here]. 20. Student. Writer. Christian. Aromantic asexual. Egocentrist. Non-neurotypical. Non-binary.
Pronouns include they/them/theirs, ey/em/eirs, and he/him/his.
Tracking the tag "thewordsmithy"; if you want me to see something, I'd advise using that.
I love They Might Be Giants, Withnail and I, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, outer space, A Christmas Story (actual favorite movie), Hannibal, Marvel movies, stuffed animals, David Bowie, and dogs. Also quite keen on various other fandoms, art, morbid and/or surreal humor, TV Tropes, nightmare fuel, animals, and food. I like fixating on fictional relationships because relationships on the whole fascinate me.
Blogging about my life and problems pleases me. I do not mind it when people "like" my more unhappy posts (in fact, I kind of like it because it shows that someone actually saw it). Likewise, I might "like" your unhappy posts to indicate that I saw it.
I'm either the nicest, most benevolent narcissist or the most unempathetic, self-absorbed nice person you're likely either way to meet.
There are people who say I'm the Emperor of the H2G2 Fandom.
For those who are, for some reason, further interested, there are links below.
All I really do though is write bad surreal horror and not be employed
A kid who’s six years younger than me is doing better at life than I’ve ever done
I don’t even have more “interesting adventures” or more friends or more happiness or anything, she also has those things
She has more friends and things worth telling stories about than I have
I mean this is true to lesser extents of like everyone I know but especially of her and I live with her
I can’t wait to be living on my own so I don’t have to be the lamest person in the house anymore but I’m not gonna be able to do that until after college because being a student makes me practically unemployable
I hate my life and I hate everything.
My sister is doing impressions of Steve Tyler and it is physically paining me how jealous I am of what happened that resulted in her doing this
No, everything’s okay, I’m just bitter because my little sister performed live with Aerosmith last night and I’ve never gotten to do anything so cool with my talents
Thus making me feel like a talentless loser you feel me
Do you ever hear about/see the accomplishments of people you know and remember that you’re basically just a talentless jerk who wants to be recognized but is being continually shown up by people younger than yourself and who doesn’t understand why they’re going further than you and you don’t realize that you’re just not good at what you do and don’t put any effort into it and it’s your own damn fault you’re a loser.
Now that I think about it, I realize that the two articles of clothes I described as my most tasteless are, I believe, both part of my modern!Sixth Doctor cosplay.
This makes so much sense.
|internraven said: Dog Park, Weather, and the Apache Tracker.|
This is somewhat difficult to answer because, as far as my childhood memories go, I tend not to remember how things were so much as what things I did, and I was usually such a well-behaved child that I never even wanted to do things I wasn’t allowed to do, so therefore I don’t have any memorable events that involved interactions with things I wasn’t allowed to do. I do recall I wasn’t allowed to have more than one soda per day. That was a thing.
I answered this question previously; I got rid of most of my tasteless clothes (and I had LOTS of tasteless clothes) long ago but a few remnants remain. I also kept a pair of jeans onto which I’d sewn all these not-entirely-appealing cloth patches so it looks vaguely 60’s-ish but doesn’t really look good, so there’s that too.
|finnthepotato said: it took me a while but I think I got that weird infographic - the left column animals are organized by brain weight, with the whale at the top. the right column animals are organized by brain weight relative to their body, with humans on the top and whales on the bottom|
Ahh. That makes sense. Thank you for explaining.
|skippercifer said: Big Rico's, The Apache Tracker, and The Man in the Tan Jacket.|
I’m doing fairly well with my routine of eating toaster waffles with peanut butter and jam almost literally every morning for breakfast, so I imagine I could carry that habit on for the rest of my life and be happy with it.
I had to go examine the contents of my closet to figure this one out because I used to wear horribly tasteless things until sometime in 2011? 2012? something like that? where I looked at my clothes, gave them some thought, and realized, “All my clothes are terrible.” (at which point I got rid of them and quietly started rebuilding my wardobe.)
…I have a rainbow flannel shirt that I got back in 9th grade, when I thought such things were genuinely awesome. Does that count?
There was a time when I was…eight or so? and I inexplicably got a headache that left me practically non-functional for the rest of the day, and all the time I was crying and having trouble physically doing things, my father got inexplicably mad at me for it, telling me I didn’t have any reason to feel bad. It was one of the worst physical pains I’ve ever experienced (hell, it probably ranks up there with the worst emotional pains I’ve ever experienced, too). I wish I could forget it because my father’s behavior during that incident has influenced how I view him and his potential reactions to things relating to me.