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No matter how long the slinky is, the bottom of the slinky will stay still (hover) until the top reaches it. Even if the slinky is over 1000 feet long.
So there’s this girl who sits next to me in Biology, and she is such a religious nut
She literally lectured me today because apparently I took the lord’s name in vain when I said “Mother of god”and I was doing my nails right now and got the idea of making them fandom related, and decided on making them about Supernatural. I’m pretty sure shes going to scream bloody murder and lecture me when she sees them tomorrow in class. oh well
Oh please do tell. This is gonna be great.
I STILL CANT STOP LAUGHING SINCE THIS MORNINGWe were sitting in class today doing the assignment and I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She saw my nails and looked kinda freaked out, so she made a small cross with her fingers in her lap and then, I kid you not, whispered “Cristo.” so then just to freak her out, I flinched and turned to glare at her, and she looked so petrified she almost jumped out of her chair
YOU ARE MY HERO
Reblogging just for the caption.
UPDATE: So today, just for the sake of curiosity I wanted to see if she still legitimately believed I was a demon after having the weekend to mull it over. I was in homeroom, and she, 5 of my other friends, and I were all at our usual table, and she started ranting about something. (I should probably mention she hasn’t made eye contact with me since the incident on Friday) I looked up from what I was doing to ask what she was ranting about, and she said “I AM JUST SO FURIOUS. THEY’RE THINKING OF REMOVING “Under God” FROM THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE!” Seeing as we’re american, this is pretty much a huge deal? “WHY? GOD IS EVERYWHERE. GOD IS IN OUT EVERY BREATH. THEY’RE ALSO THINKING ABOUT REMOVING THE “In God we trust” FROM OUR CURRENCY. I AM JUST FURIOUS.” And so, every time she said the word “God” Id glare at her and lean a bit forward She kept leaning backwards as to stay away from me, and then finally, after she finished ranting, all of my friends went into their own little conversations, and it was just the two of us left, so I let out a low growl at her and she covered her mouth with her hand and ran to the teacher’s desk to get away from me. I’m pretty positive she’s convinced I’m possessed by a demon. I admit, this one may have been a bit mean, but I was curious, sorry I’m not sorry.
tbh this is the best thing on my dash
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.