To the loyal
Hey, guys. I haven’t been posting recently, what with me being on spring break and all, and I just wanted to say thank you to those of you who even skim my rants a bit. Honestly, even if you read the little opening paragraph before the dreaded “Read More” button, it means a hell of a lot to me. I don’t really know how to put it into words, and I know that the one person I know in meatspace who follows this account will object to it, but I really don’t connect to people as well as I should, meaning that any connection made to others is a massive weight lifted off of my shoulders. Most of the time, these entries come straight from the heart when I’m feeling particularly soulsearchy, and they really mean a lot to me.
So if you have made it this far, I just want to say thank you for giving more shits about what I think than most people I actually know. There is a small number of you following me, and an even smaller one reading these thoroughly at that, but it means a lot to me that any of you are even here. So thank you for reading, and I hope that I’ve managed to connect to you in a way that’s even slightly substantial and that at one point you clicked the follow button for a reason, not for the follow back.
Breaks from school are a generally lonely time for me, which is good, because it gives me time to think more and interact less with the idiots I know. I’ll put out more when school is in. Hopefully I’ll have more inspiration then.
Peace and love,
~B.
O’ Tumblr, where art thou?
I haven’t gabbed my virtual jaws at you guys for a while now, and I figured that today would be a decent day. My life has been quite quiet recently; my mother’s out of town and my father’s barely in the house. James is out at sports most often, which means that I’m usually home alone from three to five. With the rainy weather that has been surrounding this sunny city recently, I’ve had a lot of time to think things over.
A poem by Bouregard Packworth:
Just another essay,
Just another test,
Just another rusty dagger
Plunging through my chest
But one plus one does equal two
And two plus two is four
And four plus six, that equals ten,
It goes forevermore
So too, these tests, you give to us
Are insurmountable
And what is only one to you
Have made us want to kill
so at least give us a week or two
Before you bring this up
Because we have other classes
And essays up the butt.
Peace and love
B.
Source: claudinsky
About today…
My dad just gave me the “Son, are you Gay?” talk. Now, not that I’m homophobic or anything, but just because I don’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m gay. If I had a penny for each time I’ve had this asked to me in the past couple years, well, I’d have about two dollars now.
I cannot verbally explain the amount of frustration I have just been subject to, so I will tell you in proto-human grunts:
ugh. Arf. Arsnootnah. HOOG. HONKADUTHA! Humchaba? Hoffo! Him nim nom! TOLOMGUAK!!!
*achem*
That’ll be all. Feel free to carry on with the rest of your day.
I’m done,
~B.
Q:First and foremost: do you deliberately capitalize words? I'm just curious. Second: your academic and overall worth is determined by two things, and two things only. They are, in order of importance, your ability to sustain yourself (health, finances) and your ability to feel happy. Truly and non-bullshitty, the opinions of others don't matter too much. As for Olivia - go ahead and ask. If you truly are good friends, and she gets awkwarded out, she should be able to return to the status quo.
1) Not intentionally. I have a bad habit of capitalizing unnecessarily, even when handwriting things.
2) Academically I’m okay, but I have no marketable skills which mean my finances won’t end up as well as they should. I have little clue of what I’m actually going to end up doing, which is actually more stressful than I’d like to admit.
As for her, there’s too much to discuss in a simple Q+A, so I’ll put that up in a rant later.
Hugs and Torpedoes,
~B.
Edits?
I have officially added an About BouPack Section, Please do check it out if you want to know a tiny bit more about me.
I have also Updated my Rules to Life, Living Section, I try to live by these rules that I’ve picked up along the way, feedback is helpful.
Get out of here, you scramps!
~B.
A long overdue update on the comings and goings of Bouregard M Packworth.
Heyo, tumblr community! How long’s it been since my last contact? A week, two? Anywho, I think another rant is extremely overdue and welcome, and that maybe, just maybe, this one will be as menially entertaining as the last.
Now if you are interested in hearing about my personal ongoings of the last 2 weeks, my family issues, school problems, thoughts about suicide, and how my overall mental stability is hanging on a thread finer than that of a spider’s silk and weaker than a cooked spaghetti noodle over a rockbed of stalagmites, fire, and starved cheetahs, please do continue to read on, because it’s sure to be a doozy!
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