One of the great things about helping my parents move is the boxes and boxes of my old stuff.  Here is some gripping original fiction (and highly avant-garde formatting) from my 6 year old self.  Apparently I could spell “Constantinople” but not my own first name, which is about how things still stand now.
"Thhe Dragon Who Forgot How To Roar."
by Meggan
Once Opoun a time there was a dragon who was very very scary. He was also verry forgetful. One day he forgot how to roar!  What good is a dragon who cannot roar? Thought tthe dragon sadly.  He packed his things and left.  soon he reached a village, the villagers we were afraid of the dragon.  There was a castle beside the village.  Therre was a princess who lived in the castle the princess was not afraid of the dragon.  shse liked the dragon.  the dragon liked the princess.  Let me live with you, please? the dragon said to the p rincess.  It would be terrible if I to tell the other dragons I don,t remember how to roar.!  Well, my father would not let you stay, but maybe I can help you.  So they asked a wise trolll.  You must spell constantinople backwards and then you will remember.  SO after 673 trys he spelled constantinople bacwards, thought a while, and let out a ror that shook the trolls cave!  Thanks troll said the dragon.  I will miss you, said the princess.  And I will miss you, said the dragon.  Then the dragon flew to his cave.  te princess often camme to visit and the dragon never f forgot how to roar again.  And they lived happily ever after.
the e end.

One of the great things about helping my parents move is the boxes and boxes of my old stuff.  Here is some gripping original fiction (and highly avant-garde formatting) from my 6 year old self.  Apparently I could spell “Constantinople” but not my own first name, which is about how things still stand now.

"Thhe Dragon Who Forgot How To Roar."

by Meggan

Once Opoun a time there was a dragon who was very very scary. He was also verry forgetful. One day he forgot how to roar!  What good is a dragon who cannot roar? Thought tthe dragon sadly.  He packed his things and left.  soon he reached a village, the villagers we were afraid of the dragon.  There was a castle beside the village.  Therre was a princess who lived in the castle the princess was not afraid of the dragon.  shse liked the dragon.  the dragon liked the princess.  Let me live with you, please? the dragon said to the p rincess.  It would be terrible if I to tell the other dragons I don,t remember how to roar.!  Well, my father would not let you stay, but maybe I can help you.  So they asked a wise trolll.  You must spell constantinople backwards and then you will remember.  SO after 673 trys he spelled constantinople bacwards, thought a while, and let out a ror that shook the trolls cave!  Thanks troll said the dragon.  I will miss you, said the princess.  And I will miss you, said the dragon.  Then the dragon flew to his cave.  te princess often camme to visit and the dragon never f forgot how to roar again.  And they lived happily ever after.

the e end.

10 years of American Idiot

lorygilmore:

American Idiot was released 10 years ago!! Ten years!!

The beginning of a ten year romance between me and green day

Can’t believe it’s been ten years! I mentioned it to my mum earlier and she said she still thinks of it as a new album. It’s amazing how many bands AI switched me onto after I heard it. I wouldn’t have heard of half my favourite bands now if it wasn’t for that album. But yeah I think of it as a new album too, I don’t know why. Probably because Green Day are so slow with releasing albums.

American Idiot also got me interested in punk music and politics, which a lot of people would take the piss out of back in 2004. There were SO MANY ~punk purists~ - I can’t stand them

This post makes me so damn happy, Dookie was the first album I ever bought (age 9) and it was a life-changer.

the waitomo caves of new zealand’s northern island, formed two million years ago from the surrounding limestone bedrock, are home to an endemic species of bioluminescent fungus gnat (arachnocampa luminosa, or glow worm fly) who in their larval stage produce silk threads from which to hang and, using a blue light emitted from a modified excretory organ in their tails, lure in prey who then become ensnared in sticky droplets of mucus.

photos from spellbound waitomo tours, forevergone, blue polaris, and martin rietze. (more cave photos) (more bioluminescence photos)

This is one of my favourite places I’ve ever been.

(via thriftyredhead)

frickyeah1990s:

Wishbone, aka the coolest dog of the 90s

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dotcore:

Controllers.
by Javier Laspiur.

(via coffees-and-cats)

I was so sure I had sex figured out when I was six.

I had carefully assembled all my facts: Sex has to do with babies getting made, bellybuttons have to do with babies being in a lady’s tummy, french kissing with tongues has to do with sex, the sinful romance novels at the grocery store have to do with sex.  Thanks to the sweeping popularity of this pose in 90s romance novel covers:

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The conclusion was pretty obvious: Sex is when a man makes a baby by sticking his tongue in a lady’s bellybutton.  CLEARLY.

I forget sometimes.

  • Me: Man, getting older sucks. I used to be able to stay up two days in a row without it killing me like this. Hell, back in high school I could stay up THREE days in a row.
  • Brain: On speed. That was on speed.
  • Me: Ohhhh yeaaaaah.
delcat:

Can it just be said for posterity that the first time I got high, I did in fact crawl under the coffee table and go “FORTY-FIVE DEGREES”
and I am glad that at least one person knew what I was talking about because I was in no shape to explain

I’m sorry we accidentally got you about 5000% more high than we intended or God/nature intended but you were pretty hilarious.

delcat:

Can it just be said for posterity that the first time I got high, I did in fact crawl under the coffee table and go “FORTY-FIVE DEGREES”

and I am glad that at least one person knew what I was talking about because I was in no shape to explain

I’m sorry we accidentally got you about 5000% more high than we intended or God/nature intended but you were pretty hilarious.

..what’s an altar call?
An altar call typically happens at the end of a service and it’s when the pastor invites anyone who needs to be saved to come down to the altar and be prayed with and accept Jesus into their hearts.  In some denominations, this is simply an invitation for new visitors to become Christians.  In others, the altar call is also a chance for existing members to make their repentance public if they’ve been sinning.
I grew up Pentecostal/Assemblies of God, where altar calls can last for 3-4 hours and include stuff like speaking in tongues and slaying in the spirit, and in my church especially it got extremely pressuring and judgmental with call being dragged on because the pastor had specific people in mind or because not enough people were repenting. 
But even without all that, the nicest, quietest, and quickest altar call is inappropriate beyond belief at a funeral.  A funeral is not a place to demand repentance and preach eternal torment.  No one deserves hellfire and damnation pinned onto their time of grieving. 
"Wow, I was really extremely too young for this the first time I saw it."

— If I had a dollar for every time I’ve said this I could afford more therapy.