OMG, Hot cross buns! FML.
hot cross buns hot cross buns :|
my life…
I found out on Tuesday evening that my cousin Ryan is missing. He’s been gone since Sunday afternoon when he went for a walk with no wallet, no coat, and no ID. I’ve hesitated to post anything about it here on my blog because I don’t think I have any readers in the Burton/Flint area of Michigan. However, as more time has gone by without Ryan being found, I’ve decided that it can’t possibly hurt to put this picture out there in the off chance that it might fall upon the right set of eyes.
My cousin’s name is Ryan Standridge and he is the one in the center of the picture. According to his sister, his hair is currently in a bunch of little ponytails. If you’re in the mid-Michigan area, please notify the Burton police (810-742-2542) if you have any information which might help locate him.
Reblog.
Never underestimate the power of these things, really. REBLOG PLEASE
reblog reblog reblog.
if you’re about to scroll down, stop. think if this was your cousin.. would you want people to blow you off?
Posted August 20, 2009 at 12:21am
Posted August 20, 2009 at 12:17am
9001.) Most people are happy about summer break. You go home, have fun with your friends, hit up the beach, and have barbecues with your family. But all I can think about is how I’m not going to see you for three months. I must be the only person on the planet to want to go back to school!
(via blogsecret)
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those wonderful Wisconsin days.
Posted August 19, 2009 at 2:22am
Even to this day, I think the friends I made in middle school were the purest set of friends I have ever had. They had my back and would drop everything they were doing if I needed help. Hanging out was just a given. There was no need for 12 phonecalls and 53 text messages to get us together. We had it down to a science. Shawn’s house for movies or to talk, his street to skate, General Mitchell to hang out, my basement for video games and foosball, Tsing Tao on half days, Pulaski or Cudahy Park to swing. They didn’t drink. They didn’t smoke. Yeah, they swore and were perverse at times, but boys will be boys. And these were my boys. My best friends.
We weren’t exactly the popular crowd. Although I could of had my pick of which group I wanted to been in, I chose them. Not because they had the sway like the “popular kids,” but because they were honest. Sure, I had friends outside of our tight group. I liked to be well rounded and got to know as many people as possible. But with them, there wasn’t a front or a facade. What you saw was what you were getting. Whether it was the nacho chips and cheese crushed into Patrick’s dirty hair and getting us a trip to detention, or Danny snorting Nerds at the dance to pass the time and nearly passing out in the process, I loved every second I got to spend with them.
It breaks my heart somedays to think how close we could be now if I had stayed in Wisconsin. A lot of things went down after I left that I can’t quite not feel guilty about. Not because I had anything to do with it, but just because I wasn’t there to comfort them or to be a listening ear. I can’t help but thank the relationships I had with them, because they helped me realized what true friendship is. It took me a while to actually figure that out, well into my senior year and beyond, but I think it finally stuck after nights alone after friends bailed, or people pretending to be interested in me to try to get something out of that friendship, or just plain being lied to. I now find myself surrounded by people that I trust and love because they are truly what friends should be. And I wouldn’t even know what that is if it wasn’t for Shawn & Danny. I love and miss you guys, and I hope I get to see you both soon.
Posted August 19, 2009 at 2:16am
Posted August 19, 2009 at 1:49am
Posted August 19, 2009 at 1:47am
I am going to marry this guy someday.
Posted August 19, 2009 at 1:46am
