I'm so weird, and my tastes can sometimes be so strange, people often don't realize when I'm being sarcastic.
(Which is one of my favourite things to be.)

Really, it happens a lot.
(Not as much as people informing me of how unreasonably quiet I am.)
((Yeah. I get it. How about you be more aware of your surroundings ( Read more... )

Please don't be Eugene. Please don't be Eugene. Please don't be Eugene ( Read more... )

Hey. NBC: Thanks for canceling the one thing my teacher and I finally found to bond over. Stop canceling the very few shows you don't consider to be "good enough." Game of Silence is fucking awesome. So fuck you. (And Revolution was so goddamn fucking amazing. Fuck you.) Fuck you again. This goes for every network and every canceled show I've ever ( Read more... )

It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Nobody believes me ( Read more... )

So. Anybody still around here? It’s been a while ( Read more... )

Dear San Francisco bums,

Please stop yelling at me.

I know full well that I am not Flash Gordon; I am only some kid in a Flash Gordon t-shirt.

Please, lay off.

There were three of you yelling at me today.

THREE.

Please don't be angry with me for wearing clothes.

Thanks so much,
Vincent James Stoller.

Wish I knew where my scanner & plug were, else this wouldn't be so shitty. Got a good grade on it.... Guess I can be a little bit proud....

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I'm writing stupid shit for class, but I almost like this part.

Spoiler-ish for an event in Lost Season 3 finale Through The Looking Glass.
Original Character made for writing class (plus my own shameful enjoyment), and drawn for corresponding art class.

(btw, no spoilers, but Ab Aeterno was so great tonight. Very different, and awesome-character- ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm in such a bad way right now.
I'm fucking always in a bad way, but, shit.
I hope I wake up early enough tomorrow.

I need some fucking stability, some fucking normalcy, in my life.

(In which I realize, fuck, it's six a.m.)

I HATE how much this show means to me, and how real it's gotten for me.
Eight. Just eight.
(4 8 15 16 23 42)
Eight more episodes and it's over. Over. Forever.
And I honest-to-god don't know what I'm going to do.
(Jacob loves me, and Jacob loves you.)
I'm really glad Charlie doesn't sleep, like I don't sleep.
And I' ( Read more... )