oh okay heres one:
"sleepaway camp"= you go there for at least a few days, a week, sometimes several weeks, and sleep there, as opposed to a """camp""" where you go for the day and your parents or whoever picks you up afterward (those arent really camps, but like. idk when i went to "space camp" it was a weeklong but not sleepaway). in the U.S. at least, the typical image of a sleepaway camp involves staying in cabins, dunno how common it is/what it looks like in other countries.
for the first few i just mean like. not necessarily a stealth church camp, just like. idk, a camp where theres also an Assumption Of Christianity and just general vibes without being actually church camp. So, there might not be daily services and jesusy dedicatwd activities, but maybe theres still a prayer said over meals and shit. Which i assume might exist...
(oh and @reblogforsamplesize if u wanna)
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Mmm.
I. Am possibly an adrenaline junkie.
I'm unrelated news I've been reminded that fair rides exist and am now SO upset because everyone in my family doesn't like going on crazy fair rides. But I feel so embarrassed doing them alone.
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HE JAS A PROSTHETIC LEG OMG? WHAT HAPPENED
hoooo...so *looks away because god is about to smite me for this and i really can't take any more abuse, but i'm a loose cannon, baby!*
sooo uh...hypothetically speaking...
toolshed mechanic stan's grandmother might have been a really famous female drag racer once upon a time and stan may have been a Really REALLY GOOD Driver...oooonce...upon a time...
-- because i'm not saying there was an Incident, buuut...
but if there was an incident about a year or so ago, toolstan and the boys ( kenny and butters, holla at them ) may have been on some late night Degenerate Shit ( drinking, smoking that good tegridy weed, getting dummy stupid and schwifty ) and small town hick nowhere mechanic stan maaaaay...may have been driving them back DRUNK!!
AS! ALL! FUCK!! ( it used to be his favorite party trick; he used to say he could do it with his eyes closed or steer with his feet/use his legs where his arms were / drive backwards...that joke Did Not age well.
and...hypothetically speaking, he may have actually physically humored that joke, or regardless was prolly doing donuts and stupid ass shit ( butters was throwing up and kenny was having a blast ) but uhhh...it's very possible that things might have been going very well...
( as well as driving your friends home blackout drunk can be -- which is never a good idea even if you live in a tiny rural colorado town that doesn't even make the map most years, have done it a million times and there is never anything in the road... )
because HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING!!! THERE WAAAAAS SOMETHING IN THE ROAD!!!! it was a deer, toolshed stan SWERVED HARD, they hit a massive tree and...Sigh...
hypothetically speaking, mechanic stan only really remembers it in horrible mercurial ptsd flashes and is extremely haunted by it...but in the accident, i think stan's leg got crushed between some part or the car or idk, maybe it had something to do with the handle he was drinking ( yikes super best friend ), a massive shard of glass got butters in the eye and he literally lost his eye and kenny???
so...they never found kenny's body...but they did find...
His Severed Right Hand.
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I love having OCD. I love having insane panic attacks about insane things my brain makes up that cause me so much anxiety I nearly throw up. I love trying to relax after a long day of work and ending up locked in the bathroom in my minimal spare time trying to remember how to breathe. Because my brain made something up and told me to panic like it was real. I'm having such a fun time.
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me having panic attack, crying and hyperventilating: bbut it's all gonna be okay, right?
mom:
me: mom?
mom: ...
me: ... right?
mom, angrily: stop asking me to lie to you!
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goddamn it i feel that bottled starbucks mocha frappucino running through my veins
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