My school dances are always very un-entertaining because its just us jumping up and down pretending we're super cool when we all we do is look stupid so this is what I'm going to do There's this one boy at school and no, this isn't a romance quote a swear but yea, so I decided to nickname him Glen Coco because I'm in that weird everything reminds me of Mean Girls stage (period) so tomorrow, at the school dance, I'm going to buy 7 glow sticks and (p.s. i know its all in the wrong order but this is how I must to do it) I'm going to give two to a random girl like : Taylor Zimmermann, two for you. Then I'll go to one of my friends and we'll have it scripted like: Cady Heron? Do you have a Cady Heron here? It's Cady Oh, Cady, here you go, one for you And then I'll turn to another friend and be like: And none for Gretchen Wieners bye But before I get out, I'm going to scream really really really loudly "OH WAIT! GLEN COCO? FOUR FOR YOU GLEN COCO YOU GO GLEN COCO!" hand the guy the rest of the glow sticks and run out screaming like a madman and that is how I plan on entertaining myself at the school dance.
For the twenty children who can't play another game of tag For the six adults who aren't going to get their morning coffee again For all the familes that have been ripped of the things that mean the most For every single survivor, every single person in that building who will live the rest of their lives with those images For everyone who grieved and cried and mourned even from across the country, across the continent, across the world 12/14/12 is a day that affected everyone Pray for Newtown
Some people remember their first uploaded facebook picture. Some people remember their first tweet. I remember my very first witty quote. I remember the day I first got witty. I remember sitting with my sister's computer on my lap, in my pjs, on a cold december morning. I remember adding my first quote ever, the smile on my face growing bigger and bigger as someone faved it. I remember how honest I had been while writing it, realizing how much of my feelings would go into quotes as time passed. I remember my best friend calling me and me telling her about my new account. I remember talking to her about writing stories together. I remember so much about witty...because it means so much to me. even if I don't log in as often...im still reading quotes, still supporting amazing people on here. Still thanking Steve for having an amazing idea. Still remembering the huge things that happened to witty this year. Still obsessed with this site. <3
Today is my one year 'anniversary' on witty. One year of hilarious quotes. One year of amazing inspirations One year of beautiful people. So I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for always being there when I really needed it. Thanks for always putting a smile on my face. Thanks for letting me meet the most wonderful people out there. Thank you Witty...for just being the best website ever :)
funny how suddenly everyone supports Amanda Todd AFTER she's gone. funny how people finally start realizing how much pain she was in AFTER she has to take her own life. funny how many 'r.i.p Amanda Todd' pages there are on FB when what she really needed was an 'I'm here for you page.' funny how society keeps blaming society for suicide. funny? not really. in fact, its the least funny thing. why? because society knows we do it. society keeps saying we should change, but nobody does. Amanda Todd makes one small mistake and suddenly people hate her. thats sickening because they probably made double the mistakes. she couldve grown up to be a beautiful, intellegent girl but society robbed her of that. but society knows that its us, and the people who try to make things better are overpowered by hypocrites. society is a hypocrite, and we are society and you know what? i am so disgusted that people would ever call me part of society. R. I. P Amanda Todd. i wish i didnt have to say that, i wish that someone gave me the chance to help you, or that someone just helped you in general. but im glad your pain has finally ended. you were a beautiful, beautiful girl who deserved a beautiful life
Me: *says something totally unfunny but somehow expects people to laugh* Friends: ... Me: .... Friends: .... Me: .... Friends: ... Me: *does super awkward laugh where I slap my knee and pretend im the funniest person in the whole word* Most Friends: dafuq? Other friends: *laughs* oh god, so weird Me: *sits there like a boss*
Me: *reading love story online* Me: she has TWO guys after her??? what the heck?!?!?! Me: *sigh* how the hell goes she get that??? Me: *looks around* wow, im probably going to be forever alone.... Me: *looks at cat* you still love me right? oh course you do you lovable little furball of cuteness!!!! Cat: ..... Me: ..... Cat: ..... Me: ..... Cat: *jumps off bed and walks out* Me: 0.o Me: *sighs..... again* well, at least I'll always have the internet! Internet: *suddenly freezes* Me: -.-
You judge the twelve year old for having a MacBook. You think she's spolied. What if she is a genuis who needs that specific software? You judge the girl with perfect hair and nails and expensive clothes. You think she is a brat who needs a reality check. What if her parents spoil her to make up for not being there? She'd give it all up for five minutes with them. You judge the boy who wouldn't go out with you. You immediately think he's a a**hole. What if he just has a girlfriend who goes to a different school? He's being faithful. You judge the pretty girl with the amazing car. You think she doesn't derserve it. What if she worked day and night for it? She paid for every penny. But what if we just all stopped judging? What if we supported that twelve year old who's trying to make a difference? What if we gave that girl with perfect hair a shoulder to cry on? What if we decided to sit front row at that boy's wedding instead? What if we decided to encouage that independant girl? What if we just learned their stories first? don't hate, just a vent