monedas al rio

stumpology:

how am i meant to control my life i can’t even control my hair

The skies opened up and dumped eight inches of snow on us. However, it packed down so now it’s super wet and heavy. That and the fact that it was sleeting for a bit last night. The plows didn’t go out until four in the morning. And my old uni is cancelled, which actually surprises me. This is only the second time they’ve cancelled all classes that anybody can remember. Up where I used to live got two feet of snow. Poor little Laona, at least this will bring winter tourism and epic photography moments. My grandparents got a foot of snow and it’s so heavy that gramps can’t snowblow it. As a result, my mom and sister are stuck home because their works called and told them not to come in. [Not like they could anyway since they have cars that can’t get through a foot of unplowed snow.] Keith got into work…somehow. I think he might have been the person who drove across the backyard and into the front yard, across the sidewalk and onto the road. 

But now I should probably go shovel. All I have to do is a small section of sidewalk since somebody else snowblowed our part of the sidewalk.

Underage drink. But come on, I’m from Wisconsin and my twenty first is in less than three months. I consider it an accomplishment that it’s been this long and I haven’t drank seriously.

itsa-werewolfbarmitzvah:

• I can’t believe that’s a thing.
• I can’t believe people don’t vote just because it’s ‘not going to change anything’.
• That’s the kind of complacency that politicians know exists, and will consistently exploit.
• I would know, I’m from the most complacent nation on earth.
• But you guys actually get fired up for your democratic process.
• So do something.

gregorylestrades:

thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg:

When girls go through puberty:

When boys go through puberty:

For the next five days there’s a good chance of snow everyday. Maybe winter is finally here.

Not only does she think that I’m adorable. But she apparently blatantly told Keith not to break my heart “or else.” And his dad loves me because I’m from the Northwoods and know how to fish and how to train dogs for hunting. And because I know how to shoot a gun. Aiming…that’s another story. /this has been a random post