Oh, I don't know, why do journals need subjects anyway? They're just people talking about themselves, or their cat, or how they need money, or how their cat needs money
Anyway, I got tagged by
to do SOME DUMB MEME, so here:
1) Post these rules
2) post 8 things about urself on this journal
3) at the end u must tag 8 ppl and post their icons on the same journal
4) leave a message on the ppl u tagged
5) NO TAG BACKS! PLZ
and oh my god, who the hell writes these things
Liek i kno its hard 2 type alot of letters n stuff right but idk i think its just resespectfull 2 teh ppl who r readn it n dont wanna desifer ur lameo txt sppeech.
Thing the First: One of my ears is set slightly higher than the other, so my glasses are constantly a little crooked. If I don't fix them every once in a while, it ends up looking like someone shoved me, hahaha not that that would ever happen, heavens no.
Thing the Second: I'm Irish, Scottish and Dutch, and none of my bits of heritage is represented in Hetalia (except as a weird silhouette that one time) and this makes me extremely sad. (so I go and draw Minnesota, which is where I live, but I actually kind of hate the accent and the people and the so-called "Minnesota nice" and the Wal-Marts every fucking place I go)
Thing the Third: I HAVE FOUR DAYS LEFT OF SCHOOL WHOO YEAH
Thing the Fourth: I've been out of the country once, but on that trip I went to England, Ireland, and France, and had buckets of fun. Everyone should go out of their own country, it's such a cool experience.
Thing the Fifth: I lurrrrve history, I think it's interesting and amusing and extremely relevant to our lives today (no matter what Mr. Helm says.
"agreed-upon fiction", my ass)
Thing the Sixth: there is a band-aid on my left index finger from a bloodied hangnail.
Thing the Seventh: I'm getting really sick of these "thing-the-nths"
Eight: I have an intense desire to please. I don't know whether it's because I'm a youngest child, or what, but I've always just looked to make people happy, and when they seem to approve of me, it sends me OVER THE MOON.
OK I TAG:
hahaha jk russia, you don't have to do this, your eight random things would probably be creepy as fuck.
RANDOM THING that does not pertain to me, but:
The Russian word for "bell" is "kolokol"KOLOKOL
Now whenever I imagine him laughing, it will be weird and bell-like, which is tragic and romantic in a way, but also kind of terrifying
I need to go to bed.
Good night, friends.