Five thousand, three hundred and forty-seven
Things We All Do (Pt. 1)
(by toastymakessurveys)
That mini heart attack you get when you drop your phone.
That split second when you’ve rocked too far back on your chair’s hind legs and you think you’re about to die.
Looking all over for something, then realizing you had it in your hand.
I shrink in my seat or look away so my teacher won’t call on me to answer the question.
I eat because I’m bored, not because I’m hungry.
Going to sleep with two socks on and only waking up with one.
My bed just seems so much more comfortable on days I have to wake up for school.
I’m putting on jeans with holes in them and my foot goes through the hole.
When I’m in the shower, I slowly turn the water temperature up higher and higher.
When I realize I overslept, I jump out of bed like a ninja.
I make up a dream in my head before I go to sleep.
Posing for ten seconds while taking a picture and then realizing it’s a video.
I type out my whole sentence and then look at the computer screen and realize I wasn’t typing.
After sending a risky text, one minute feels like an eternity.
My conditioner always runs out before my shampoo.
I text while I’m laying down and drop my phone on my face.
I wake up with a song stuck in my head and wonder how it got there.
When I’m not sure how to spell something, I add a bunch of letters to make it look like I meant to mess it up.
No Mom…I don’t need a jacket, I’m going from the house to the car.
I throw clean clothes in the hamper because I’m too lazy to fold them.
I do most of my thinking in the shower.
I have that one song on my iPod that I hope no one finds.
It’s not so funny when I hit my funny bone.
My parents assume that every person I talk to is my boyfriend / girlfriend.
The awkward eye contact you make with your teacher when trying to cheat on a test.
I always take a peek out of my 3D glasses, just to see the difference.
I always seem to have to pee when I’m hiding.
I hate when I’m dreaming and I can only run in slow motion.
No scary little girl showed up in my room when I didn’t reblog the post.
I’m scared to open my eyes in the shower because when I open them, I don’t want a killer to be standing there.
I hate it when someone wakes me up in the middle of a good dream.
When I’m upset, I use one word answers.
When I highlight, I get a little too carried away.
When I was little, everyone's favorite color was blue.
I pretend to be asleep when someone walks into the room.
Sometimes, when I’m alone, I feel like a camera is watching me.
I have to keep reminding myself that if he wanted to talk to me, then he would.
I wouldn’t know anyone’s birthday if it wasn’t for Facebook.
I still bite the life out of my straws.
When it’s a new year, it takes me about six months to get used to writing the new date on my paper.
I never know what I should do when people are singing Happy Birthday to me.
Catching something in mid-air and feeling like a ninja.
Having a random spaz attack in bed while having a dream that you’re falling.
Hearing your voice on video and asking yourself if you really sound like that.
When I’m sleeping at a friend’s house and I wake up before them, I sit there staring at the ceiling for an hour.
When it gets awkward at someone’s house, I pet their dog.
I hate wasting a cute outfit on what I think is going to be a good night.
The awkward eye contact with people at red lights in the car next to yours.
Laughing while telling a funny story to friends, but they just stand there with blank faces.
The awkward moment after you say goodbye to someone and you both walk in the same direction.
I can never find anything after I clean my room.
When someone takes the piece of food that you have mentally claimed.
I’m dying to talk to you, but I refuse to text you first.
I laugh at my own jokes, because I’m hilarious.
I swear all of my pens fall into a black hole at the bottom of my bookbag.
I wish music played during epic moments of my life, and not just in movies.
I walk a little faster when I see a creepy van.
I still struggle to open a bag even though it says Tear Here.
Laughing so hard with no sound coming out, then ending up clapping like a seal.
I climb into bed, snuggle up, then realize the light is still on.
Why do you continue to text me after I ignored the other ten messages?
I say nevermind because I’m just too lazy to repeat myself.
The ‘Would You Still Be My Friend If I Looked Like This’ game.
The most awkward feeling is watching a sex scene of a movie with your parents.
When I walk into a spider web, I immediately go psycho.
Sometimes, when I’m walking, I try to keep my feet in the little square tiles.
Missed calls: Dad(1) Sister(1) Mom(36)
When people talk to me when I have headphones in, I pretend not to notice.