The Life of Me

Time travel is so really very extremely rather confuzzling when you try to think about it. It just about makes my brain explode. I mean, stuff happens, then it, like, un-happens, and you see your future self, and for some reason, you trust them... Then you can change your past, then sometimes an even farther-into-the-future future self who changed the stuff comes back to the first time-travel instance and tells you some other stuff, so then your entire life gets turned upside-down. I mean, what happens to the stuff that happened first? And second? Does it just get erased? (I mean, I know time travel doesn't even exist, but...) (I tend to over-think things. Then my brain goes on really-fast-mode.) (Would-You-Rather games drive me crazy. I act like they're real; like, if I choose the wrong thing, my life will change drastically and badly forevermore.) 

So, back to time-travel... Let's take Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for example. ***If you haven't read or seen it, spoiler alert*** Remember (in the movie... Not sure about the book...) when the Minister, Dumbledore, and the executioner dude are on the way to Hagrid's to kill Buckbeak? Hermione, Ron, and Harry are still in the house, and future-Hermione throws some stones to alert them? So, in the past, the future has already occured...? I thought the point of time-travel was to change the past, not make sure it was accurate... Same with Free Birds (the turkey movie...) (I just felt like watching it... I normally wouldn't choose that particular movie to watch... It was kind of lame...). At one point, Redgie's future self comes to tell him something (I don't remember what). Then an even-farther-into-the-future future self comes, then another one comes to tell him that he's the Great Turkey, so then he travels back to the other turkey's past and is the Great Turkey... So the future has already happened... Very confusing.

-Sue Donimm

(Sorry--I've been busy, and I haven't gotten around to posting much lately... I'll try not to have such long breaks anymore... No promises, though!) 

You know, at the beginning of the schoolyear, all those freakin' parent letters that get sent home? I don't know about your school, but mine always sends home billions. And my parents and I never read them! Ever! Honestly, what's the point? All they are is a signature and a date. I don't get it. At all... Nope... I don't... Okay, now I'm just stalling until another idea pops into my head... I'm rather thoughtless right now... Literally.

Okay. I'll just move onto the next post. I've got an idea.

-Sue Donimm

(Okay, first of all, yet again, I have to start this stupid entry over 'cause this freakin' computer deleted the thing before I published it!!! GRRRR!!! COME ON!!! IT'S THE 21st CENTURY!!! MAKE THIS THING WORK!!!) (Sorry...)

Okay. So, I think I'm cursed. I can't remember the last pencil I had whose (what pronoun??? "That's" means "that is...") lead (graphite) wasn't broken into like, 1,000,000,000 pieces. I'd sharpen it to a perfect, sharp tip, and then, as soon it touched the page, PLOP. It would fall out. It drove me nuts. Especially when I didn't have my own pencil sharpener and I had to borrow someone else's. So I've been trying to only use mechanical pencils for a few years now. (I actually just got a bunch of new mechanical pencils for school, and I kept one at my desk at home--it was the black one--and I lost it. (This was about a month ago.) I couldn't find it anywhere! I was so mad... Even though I had three others that had been there for a while... I found it today, in my desk drawer... Hee hee) Anywho, I also recently found a non-mechanical pencil that I used at school a few years ago, and it was nice and sharp. So I've been using it, and sharpening it after every use. It's been pointy pretty much constantly. But guess what? I dropped it! I know. What was I doing? I was so careless!!! And the tip broke off! Just the very pointiest part, but it was enough to make the pencil unpointy! I panicked, grabbed the pencil, grabbed my green pencil sharpener, and tried desperately to sharpen it in the little hole. But it wouldn't sharpen! I was so stressed... I tried everything! I moved it around in the sharpener, I twisted fast, slow, hard, soft... It was no use. Finally, I did the very thing that I dread doing most of all when sharpening pencils--I used the bigger hole. It was so painful to do, and to watch as I pulled out the pencil to see the little cone of wood turned into a little dome-ish shape of wood, but it had to be done. Then I put it back in the small hole, where it sharpened pretty well... But the wood got all lead-y, and the lead (graphite) is a little twisted-looking, but it's pointy. So it's all good.

But I love electric sharpeners. Aren't those just great? Except for the fact that they're loud, obnoxious, make a mess when you try to empty the little container, and tend to over heat... But they're still great fun! And it feels cool to press your palm up against the eraser when you sharpen a pencil. And, oh my gosh, one of my friends--I actually don't remember who it was... Heck, for all I know, it could've been an enemy... Let's just call it an acquaintance--had this snazzy electric pencil sharpener, but it was in little-pencil-sharpener-with-the-container-thingy form!!! It was wonderful!!! I don't even know if I ever used it, but it was awesome!!! I want one!!! (All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth a snazzy mini electric pencil sharpener!)

-Sue Donimm

Here are some of the most wonderful lines from The Fault In Our Stars:

"Maybe okay will be our always." -Gus

"It would be a privelige to have my heart broken by you." -Gus (I absolutely ADORE this line!!! It's so beautiful!!)

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once." -Hazel Grace (I call her Hazel Grace, 'cause that's what Gus called her--and it was so wonderful!)

"I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'l lever have, and I am in love with you." -Gus (I know this line was in the last post, but it's amazing. Isn't it?)

"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities." -Hazel Grace

"But I believe in true love, you know? I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does." -Isaac (I love Isaac.)

"That's the thing about pain; it demands to be felt." -Gus

"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have a say in who hurts you. I like my choices." -Gus

"I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful." -Hazel Grace

"Okay?" "Okay." -Gus and Hazel Grace

"There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be a time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that's what everyone else does." -Hazel Grace

"Oh, I'm grand. I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend." -Gus (John Green!!! You're so amazing!!! This line is phenomenal!!!)

"Because you're beautiful." -Gus (I won't ever forget that scene...)

"I am going to read this terrible book with the boring title that does not contain stormtroopers." -Gus

"The existence of broccoli does not in any way affect the taste of chocolate." -Narration (So, Hazel Grace/John Green.)

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ AND SEEN THE FAULT IN OUR STARS, GO DO THAT NOW!!! IT WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE SO MUCH BETTER!!! 

REMEMBER!!! ATTENTION!!! MAJOR SPOILERS!!! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ OR SEEN TFIOS, DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, READ THIS ENTRY!!! I'M SERIOUS!!! GOODBYE!!!

I feel really awful about The Fault In Our Stars. No, no, no, TFIOS fans, don't hate me and stop reading!!! I'll explain why I felt awful right now!!! Because before I had read it at all, I figured it was some boring astronomy book thing. Then some of my friends started reading it. Then I heard (from someone who had happened to only read the little scene in the hotel room) that it was all... Well, reproduction-filled, if you get my drift. *wink wink* *nudge nudge* *etc.* But, finally, I saw it in a bookstore and decided to give it a whirl. So I sat down on the floor of the store and read for a little bit. Oh, it was the best decision I ever made! I only got to the end of chapter 1, but I was already hooked. I didn't buy it in the book store (it was cheaper on Nooks) (I have just about the lamest, oldest Nook ever... They made new ones so fast!!!) (But I still like the Nook.). We had stuff going on the rest of the day. I don't remember what stuff, but I remember being in agony all day, waiting to read the book. 

Finally, we got home, and I grabbed my Nook and bought it. I sat in bed and read and read and read for hours. I went to bed early-ish the next morning to get a couple hours of sleep before school the next day. I brought the Nook to school and read whenever I could. And then, I went home, did homework, and kept reading. I was sitting in my rocking chair, next to my mirror-closet doors when SPOILER!!! SPOILER!!! AND DON'T JUST READ THIS TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS!!! IT'LL RUIN YOUR LIFE, I PROMISE!!! (I'm just putting this here so that you don't accidentally see what happens that I'm trying to warn you about after you read the warning... 1 second... Okay, I think we're good.) Gus told Hazel he had cancer again. I just put the Nook down and bawled my poor little eyes out for 5 minutes. Once I had regained control of myself, I kept reading. I was okay for a while, no more emotions... Then it happened. And by "it," I mean the worst death in the history of fictional deaths. Even worse than Leslie in Bridge to Terabithia (I cried so hard the first time I saw that. I still get teary-eyed!  Tee-hee.) Because this is the great and terrible 10. Okay, I have to stop that!!! Oh, man, did I cry then! I just sobbed uncontrollably for at least 15 minutes. And then freakin' Van Houten had to show up at his funeral, and then Hazel found the paper thing (I can't remember the book-version of what happened very well because I've seen the movie twice since I read the book... Once in theaters, once pitched on YouTube) (Link below) and it was just awful. But then, it wasn't... My sisters and I were discussing it--after we all read it--and my oldest sister used the perfect word for it: beautiful. That's what it is. I didn't think of that before, but The Fault In Our Stars is so beautiful. It just is... I mean, Gus is amazing, and Hazel is wonderful (and depressed) and Isaac is so funny when he has his little tantrum after stupid, idiotic, demented Monica breaks up with him, and Amsterdam... Oh, Amsterdam... The Orangee... I love what Gus says to her:

"I'm in love with you. And I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you." 

And here's the rather pitched TFIOS on YouTube (Sorry... There's like, other stuff in the background... It was kind of confusing for me... But it's TFIOS):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcgOsrFY5Ek

-Sue Donimm

Applesauce, ladies and gentlemen, is rather wonderful stuff, don't you think? I mean, I feel like I tend to be like, Applesause? How childish is that stuff? when somebody mentions it. But if you put a bowl of (good) applesauce in front of me, it's gone in, like, 4 seconds. You know what I really want to do? I want to have an applesauce-eating contest (no hands/silverware allowed), where, like, 5-10 people each get a fairly large bowl of applesauce and just have to dunk their faces into it and eat it as fast as they can. It would be so awesome!

Someday, I'd like to get a guinea pig, mainly for this sole purpose: to fill his little water container thing with applesauce and see his reaction. Or maybe I'd get a hamster so I could name it Sisyphus (and I am nearly certain that I spelled that wrong... But if you've read The Fault In Our Stars, you know what I'm talking about)... But, when pronounced wrong, that could be weird... Whatever... I think I'd still go with a guinea pig... Maybe not... Somebody tell me which is better! (As in, not as smelly, easier to care for, cuter, poops least, etc.) 

Speaking of hamsters and Sisyphus and The Fault In Our Stars... Well, go check out my next post.

-Sue Donimm

P.S. This is totally random, but just FYI, the "Rachel E" is totally just a pseudonym.

I tend to love bumper stickers. They tend to be hilarious. But this one just isn't:

"Stop the Republican party's War on Women!"

I have a feeling that a lot of people will be mad at me, but I DON'T CARE HOW LONG IT IS--IF YOU DO NOT READ THIS ENTRY, THAT'S JUST PATHETIC. If you skip this one because you're a Democrat, or just someone who's against the alleged Republican "War on Women," then that's just immature. I just read through a whole bunch of anti-Republican articles. Each and every one of them made us sound like evil demons who hate women. (Hey! I'm a woman! I don't hate my own gender! What the heck???) I'm not trying to make you mad, or sad, or feel guilty, or offend you, but all the articles I read before writing this made me feel all of those except for the 3rd. I feel no guilt for supporting life. Because Republicans, we're not fighting against women. WE'RE FIGHTING FOR LIFE. WE'RE FIGHTING FOR FUTURE WOMEN (And men, too, of course). So, without further ado...

I don't consider myself an extremely political person, but I do consider myself perfectly correct when I say that abortion is an awful thing. I repeat, Republicans aren't fighting a "War on Women." We're fighting a "War for Life." You want women's rights? Give some women the right live! It's ridiculous! How do people not realize that abortion is practically a "Get Out Of Jail Free" card for murder? Only it's worse, for many, many reasons. For example: The infant is perfectly innocent. It's done nothing wrong at all. Most of us have. Am I saying murdering grown people is okay because we're all fallen creatures? Heck, no! I knew someone who was killed. It's a terrible thing!

Abortion doesn't always work, anyways. And if it doesn't, the child will have to live with the knowledge that their parent(s) didn't want them. He/she shouldn't be alive. And it's very likely that the person will have a sickness, deformity, or something like that. They could suffer for their entire lives, because the parent was selfish and didn't want to deal with them. 

And I don't care what the heck your situation is. Did the doctor say your baby may be born with a sickness, deformity, blindness, or deafness? (I do care about the baby if any of those are true--and I care even if they aren't--but you know what I mean.) So, killing them is your solution? Really? We all have problems like that, big and small. But anything is possible. The child could be born perfectly healthy, or the problem could fix itself later in the person's life, or they could just live with the condition. People have done it before. I've seen miracles.

Or is the infant not the problem? Is it just the pregnancy? Don't want your parents to know you got pregnant? Then you shouldn't have gotten pregnant in the first place. (CLING CLANG, HEAR YE, HEAR YE! Contraception doesn't always work, people!) Now, if you didn't even try to get pregnant--if your were raped or something--then, I'm really sorry. I truly am. I've known people who say abortion is okay then, and I can see why they would think that... But I still disagree. I know, it's got to be hard (and please, don't leave comments like, NO, YOU DON'T KNOW!!! because I'll admit it, I don't know first-hand, but I do know it's got to be hard. I can't imagine how hard, though,) but keep the baby. Please. I beg of you. Your parents let you live. And we always complain about how unfair life is. So make someone else's life a little fairer.

Last thing: some depressing statistics:

16,000 murders per year

39,500 suicides per year

And...

1.2 MILLION abortions per year

That's right. 1,200,000 FREAKING ABORTIONS. In other words, 40,000 babies in every 100,000. In other other words, 1 abortion every 26 seconds. There are roughly 21 times as many abortions as there are murders and suicides combined per year. That's insane. What are we thinking???

Ladies and gentlemen, we really need to reverse and redo Roe v Wade. Because I believe--it's hard to do, but I do believe--that, if everybody just really thinks about it and sees it the right way, that abortion can finally become illegal, and this country can become quite a bit better. So come on, people. Let's get with it.

-Sue Donimm

Cell phones... Hmmm... I'm neutral... I mean, they're handy. And I have nothing against texting and calling and playing games on them... (Although lately I've been thinking, how lame are these games? I mean, you're tapping and swiping a screen and getting fingerprints all over it just to avoid obstacles or whatever the game is...) (But I actually haven't played games-on-cell-phones in a while... Whatever...) 

But I do think phones are pretty necessary from high school on up. But apparently my sisters' high school (which will remain nameless) disagrees. They just decided not to allow students to have their phones on their person at all--not even in the lunch room. *collective gasp* I know, right? It's ridiculous. And they can't force their students to leave their phones in their lockers or at home. They can't even send a quick text to their parents in between classes. (At least, they're not supposed to... ;)...) So they have to use the office phone whenever they need to contact someone. I think someone should make something bad happen--nothing terrible or dangerous; just something small-ish--that would make all the students have to call their parents. I can just see the staff walking by the office, seeing this mob of students, waiting to call their parents. That'll change the rule-enforcers' minds. Haha. 

But it does drive me nuts when I see someone just on their phone. Constantly. Eternally. Never-ending-ly. Like, if a zombie apocalypse happened, they wouldn't even notice. I was on vacation with my family. We were at a very vacation-y place (I don't remember where... But I know it was vacation-y) and I saw this girl just sitting on a bench outside, texting. And then, a little while later, I saw her again, in the same place. I was like, Really? That's what you're going to do here? (I didn't say that to her... I just thought that...)

So, yeah... Toodles!

-Sue Donimm

Alright, everybody. Listen up. This is getting out of hand. Does no one know how to set a freakin' table??? It shouldn't be this hard!!!

This really started being a problem for me when I went to this camp--Work of Christ Camp (it's a Christian camp) (And it's awesome)--from post-3rd-grade to post-6th-grade. Every meal, the counselors would pick 1 or 2 campers to be the stewards and go set the tables and all that good stuff. I'm pretty sure I was the ONLY person who actually did it right! Most of the other people would put ALL THE SILVERWARE on ONE SIDE!!! Oh, my GOSH, it bugged me!!!

So, here's how you set a table--this is just a plain old, boring table setting (no extra forks, no extra spoons, one extra knife, one extra glass)

-The plate goes in the center of the place setting. (I hope you already knew that...)

-The fork goes on the left. How do you remember that? F-O-R-K has 4 letters, L-E-F-T has 4 letters.

THE NAPKIN GOES UNDER THE FORK!!!

-The spoon and the (butter) knife go on the right. How do you remember that? S-P-O-O-N has 5 letters, K-N-I-F-E has 5 letters, R-I-G-H-T has 5   letters. 

THE SPOON PROTECTS THE KNIFE!!! (In other words, the knife is between the plate and the spoon)

-The steak knife goes horizontally above the plate.

-The wine glass goes above the spoon and knife (Same memory trick: G-L-A-S-S, and R-I-G-H-T)

-The water glass goes directly to the left of the wine glass. (No memory trick--just remember it.)

Okay, fine, here's a couple more things: Salad fork goes to the left of the regular fork. Soup spoon goes to the right of the other spoon. There.

-Sue Donimm

The Dollar Store... *sigh*... It's.. It's.. Quite a place. I wasted so many 1's there as a kid. Like this stupid, extremely freaky black cat statue thing that I bought with my dad once when I was, like, 7. It had these creepy bright blue eyes (something like this color), and it was so pointless. And I believe it was $1.50 or something, because I remember going to the desk and being so baffled. I was like, But this is the DOLLAR Store. Not the DOLLAR FIFTY Store. Something's wrong here... I threw the cat away just recently. (I would've gotten rid of the darn thing years ago, but I have this shelf of little trinkets, and the cat was holding up some medals.) And I also bought this little St. Paul's Cathedral statue thing. It was so pointless. I mean, I had never heard of St. Paul's Cathedral before. It just looked like a castle, so I, a young, immature, female 7-year-old, needed it. Ugh.

But I did have one very successful shopping trip there once. I was 3 or 4 years old. (How do I know that? Because I saw this toy in a video of me when I was 3 or 4.) His name is Green-A. Why? Because he was--and is--green. And I was uncreative. So I named him Green Apple, or Green-A. for short. HIS NAME IS NOT GREENY!!! Everybody calls him that! Why? I HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA! Sorry. I just get a little angry when people dis Gree--AND HE IS NOT A CAT! OKAY??? HE'S A DAWGGONE DOG!!! JEEZ!!! Cats don't have floppy ears! (Okay, so his aren't extremely long ears, but he's still a DOG!!!) And you know what? I still have him! He's alive! Sort of! So, maybe his purple feathery collar came off... (Well, actually, my mom made me cut it off the day after I got him, 'cause it was shedding EVERYWHERE.) And it's possible that his neck has absolutely no stuffing in it. And maybe his once-fluffy fur is a bit extremely matted down. He might be a bit dusty. In fact, I washed him a little while ago, and I pulled him out of the drier and stared in awe at his bright, lime green fur (like, this color*). I hadn't seen it so clean in months! So, I put him down on my bed, and literally, two minutes later, I came back, and he was dirty again! I was like, WHAAAAT? When did that happen??? But he's awesome. I'm never going to have the guts to throw him away. He's adorable! And he's so cuddly! Even though he's so pathetic. I'm hoping to give him to my kids when I have some. But I'll have to wait until they can play with him without chewing, drooling, peeing, or pooping on him and without ripping him to shreds. Or maybe I'll just put him in a glass box where they can admire them... And get fingerprints and drool and pee and poop all over the box... I'll figure something out.

-Sue Donimm

*If the "this color" is grey, it's not supposed to be. It's supposed to be lime green. (For those who don't know what this is, in the 2nd paragraph, there's a * by "this color," which means that this is a note about those words...)

(Before I begin, I'd just like to say, everybody needs a blog!!! It's just a great thing to have if you need to complain, or if you want the world to know something, or whatever! I mean, I'm just SO HAPPY right now, even though I just posted an angry entry about technology...)

Oh, dear... Country music. Why? Why, why, why? All they ever sing about is (picture this in a southern accent) dirt roads and pick-up trucks and ripped jeans and askin' Sally's pa if I can marry 'er. (Picture all that in a MALE southern accent. Men are asking Sally's pa for her hand in marriage. Not women.) I just hate all country music. (Okay, fine, strongly dislike. I'm not murderous. *exasperated sigh at everybody who thought  I actually meant that*) Except for one singer: Hunter Hayes. Oh, the guy is amazing! He can actually sing consistently good music! "All You Ever." Amazing song. Quite idiosyncratic (individual; different). I mean, he actually understands that it's not always the other person's fault when you break up with someone! *cough cough* Taylor *cough* Swift *cough cough* (But I do like Taylor Swift... I don't listen to her much anymore, just 'cause I overlistened to her a few years ago, but she's talented.) So, yeah... As Forrest Gump--great movie--would say, That's all I have to say about that.

-Sue Donimm

Aren't computation machines just great? (For the word-ly impaired, a computation machine is a computer. See the connection? Computation Machine/Computer) NO, THEY'RE NOT!!! At least, not always. So, that last entry I wrote (the first one) was perfect. I had started writing it, gone to eat dinner, come back, and finished. It was flawless! And then, of course, when I went to publish it on the site, it didn't show up there. (So if there are suddenly two of the "First Things First" entries, I apologize. It's not my fault.) These freakin' machines are SO IDIOTIC sometimes! I mean, I cannot imagine life without them, or phones, or TV's, or whatever, but I mean, this is the 21st STINKIN' CENTURY, PEOPLE! MAKE A DAWGGONNE COMPUTER THAT ACTUALLY WORKS, PLEASE!!! And where the heck are the flying cars? Come on, people-who-make-stuff! Let's get a move-on! I mean, for Pete's sake, I don't want to die until I've ridden in one! So you've got till I'm like, 85-ish! I don't want too long a life!

-Sue Donimm

I've spent the day trying to come up with an idea for my very first blog entry. Should I do just some ordinary thing that I think about all the time, just to show what it'll be like on this site? Or should I do something CRAZY? Or should I do some deep, philisophical, spiritual thing? Then I thought, why does this matter so much? What's so important about first impressions? Why do we have to be so polite and sophisticated only when we first get to know people? I mean, the introduction is always when we goof up and make fools of ourselves, isn't it? Have you ever walked away from someone you just met not thinking, Oh, my gosh, they are judging me SO BAD right now! That was so stupid! Why did I say that? And why'd I shake his/her hand? My hands are dripping with sweat! Maybe I need therapy. (If you didn't get that--the wording was a little weird back there--I'm saying that everybody's always thinking that stuff when they walk away from someone they just met.) (Got it?) (Good.) (So, anyways...) Don't get me wrong--I'm a firm believer in being polite and chivalrous--We all love a man who holds the door and helps us up when we fall and protects us when we're being mugged in a dark alley, don't we ladies?--but I don't see why we only have to be like that when we first meet somebody. I mean, sure, if you're just an all-around nice person who isn't faking it, it's fine if you're always kind, but if you're like me--slightly full of myself, a bit insane, can't ever shut up, and likes a good laugh--then it's quite difficult and just irritating to be like that sometimes. (But--remember, I'm slightly full of myself; don't judge--I think I'm quite good at being polite when I want to be.)

So, I guess this whole entry is a bit confusing. I mean, I'm saying "What's the point," and then "They're still important," and "It's not fun," then "It's easy sometimes." 

But then, isn't everything a bit confusing?

-Sue Donimm

(Did you like the title?) (If you didn't get it: Procrastinators put things off, so we're uniting... later...)

I am a horrible procrastinator. I'm an ENFP personality type, and that's one of the things we're really known for. (If you don't know your Myers-Briggs personality type, I'd highly recommend that you look into it. It's actually really helpful to know a bit about your personality type, and also very helpful to research other types to give you a better understanding of other people).

(Note: Pinterest tends to make ENFPs out to be the Fluffy Unicorns and Rainbows Hugging Everybody Squishy Lovey Plushy People With Brains Made of Cotton Candy. I, for one, am not. Fluffy unicorns (and unicorns in general) are extinct (thanks a lot, Noah), rainbows are nice enough, I don't like hugs from most people, I am a bit squishy, I love some things/people, I'm not that plushy, and my brain is made of intelligence and music lyrics)

So, I procrastinate too much. I wish I didn't, and I tell myself to stop a lot more than I actually do stop. I was super confused as to why I procrastinate so much until a few weeks ago, when I stumbled upon a Tumblr post via Pinterest that initially confused me, but then blew my mind when I thought about it.

The post-er said that they proctrastinate because they're a perfectionist.

This was the part that confused me. I'm a perfectionist, but it rarely overlaps with my procrastinating. Wouldn't a perfectionist want a lot of time to work on whatever it is they're working on, and thus would not procrastinate?

The post-er then continued and said that, because they're such a perfectionist, they're terrified of criticism, and they're always scared that they'll ruin whatever they're working on, and that fear causes them to not want to start/finish a thing, and so they don't until the last minute.

Is your mind blown? Mine is.

It's so true for me, too! I hate being criticised! I always take it so personally, and I hate to think that I haven't done a good job. I'm always terrified to start a project because I'm afraid I'll mess it up or hate it or never finish it. So I put things off! It makes such perfect sense! I love it!

I doubt anyone's as excited about this discovery as I am, because most people are like "MBTI is so pointless. All that stuff is." Whereas I am like "Holy Toledo this is so interesting and I love it to death and I need to knooooooow!!"

Speaking of MBTI and procrastinating, I started making an MBTI book, with a few pages of a notebook dedicated to each MBTI type. I correctly predicted that after 2 types, I'd put the book down and never finish it. It's been like a year since I stopped working. I did INFP and ENFJ. They're interesting types, though. INFPs tend to be artsy people, and ENFJs are really nice (usually).

ENFPs look like cinnamon rolls, but we could actually kill you.

-Sue Donimm