You’re on a forum and you post something you think is really intelligent or funny, and you’re expecting like a million people to post and agree with you. Then nobody post in that thread for days and days.
Family member leaves the house for a while
You’re like, bye! :) Then they leave and you sneak into their room and eat a little bit of their snacks.
When your favorite TV shows are finally back in...
Seeing commercials for them: The day of the season premiere, you can’t contain your joy! Finally it’s time to watch the show!! So you’re watching it, and it’s awesome! Then it’s over.
That one dude at your work who is like:
moargifs: And you’re still like:
September-May: When it’s over for summer: When it’s August and you start thinking about your friends and how cool you’re going to act and your first day outfit: When you finally go back, after a few days:
Playing the game: Killing sims for fun: Your favorite sim dies: Buying a new expansion: Finding some really good custom content:
The ice cream truck
I’ve grown up in rural Maine, and we’ve never had an ice cream truck. But this summer I’ve been hearing it. I’m never expecting it. I’m just sifting through Tumblr. And then I hear it. I excitedly run around the house, looking for money. I am so looking forward to eating that freaking ice cream! Then as I am about to head out the door, dollars in hand, the...
Looking at the notes on your posts.
1 or 2 notes: 5 notes: 12 notes: Then you have that one post that gets like 200 notes:
When your family is around
veggienugget: and you’re scrolling through your dash and you see something hilarious and then you see something sad and then you see something appalling and you can’t contain yourself and then something inappropriate comes up and in your head your like and you have to get out of there quickly and then you act like nothing happened
Going to do your history reading homework
Then realizing half of every page is pictures.
Sleeping really good and late.
So you’re getting a really great sleep. Like, “I HAVE NEVER SLEPT SO WELL!” You’re dreaming all these crazy things, like Nazis painting the ground red or getting addicted to some kind of licorice flavored sports drink. Then someone comes in your room and asks you something, which you totally don’t understand in your current state. You’re just like,...
I am not a dog person.
I don’t hate dogs, I just don’t understand them or enjoy their saliva. So when a dog comes up to me, I’m like, They stare at me as if to say, “Y u no pet me?” So I make an awkward attempt at petting them, and wonder why people like to do this. Then the dog feels it needs to lick the crap out of my arms and legs, and maybe jump on me just for giggles. So...
Going to A Friend's House
What you think will happen: What really happens: