welcome to my LA life.
So I was walking and saw this sign outside the Church
I see might have seen what you did there, church
It’s a pretty comfortable bet when it comes to the “test proctor” or substitute teacher (or the real teacher on the first day) mispronouncing my first name. It has occurred to me so many times that it has come to the point that maybe I just don’t care anymore.
However, there are some few mispronunciations that I actually do enjoy.
Donovan (which is something of a contraction of my first and second name)
and
Donné or I guess, Donet (pronouced Don-ay).
Classy.
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I knock out while riding the bus
too often.
Someday, if I’m not careful,
I could end up
in the heart of Downtown Los Angeles.
The most peculiar things though
are the times when I doze off
and nap so well that I think I’m home
only to wake up and realize
“Oh, the sun is up and I’m still on the road”
Facebook should have a big red button
somewhere somewhat subtle
with a picture of a bird on fire
and call it the Phoenix Button
and when I graduate high school
I can click that button
and my account self-destructs—
and I won’t be allowed to use the same name.
All the 400+ “friends”,
the 500+ pictures,
everything— gone.
Start from scratch.
A lot of times, I wish I they had that now.
That gif is priceless.
(Source: so-relatable, via thiswuwuu)
One of the things I remember doing in the Philippines
was chatting with my friends
online.
IM and all that.
Like wow, I forgot that was a thing.
Now all I use Skype for is (a) calling the family in the Philippines (once in a blue moon) and (b) for LoL.
The second part makes it sad.
The first part sorta makes up for that, I guess.
Honestly, I should just get that Ventrilo.Or maybe I should just get off the internet.