GooberYaps - Blog Posts

Hate it when I go from looking like fine shyt to dry shit😭😭(how tf do I shape my eyebrows on my own chat)

Might have to go M.I.A in a few weeks bc UNFORTUNATELY I’m trying to be the responsible 19 year old I am and study for these fuckass exams..

I haven’t had any ideas as of late(likely due to stress), but I’ll try to pump out a few tibbits before splitting for a couple of days.

I’m getting into working out(yes this late, LEAVE ME ALONE!!) and goodness gracious, why didn’t anyone tell me how taxing running is??

I started off strong; did four and a half laps, and then all of a sudden my thighs start to sting..

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WHAT??

Why are my thighs stinging?? I’m in marching band, I do weightlifting, and my thighs are stinging? So I walked for a while, and then seated jogging again.

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I did about two laps before walking again.

So uhm.. point of this little rant is that if anyone has any advice on how to jog, it will be much appreciated.

Alright, so where the shit is my package..

Just want you to know that you write NikPrice angst so beautifully. That helicopter explosion? Still one of my top tens

Ah man, this just made my entire morning.

At first I thought it was kind of rinky-dink and got nervous because I find myself to be pretty ass at anything angst like, but seeing this gave me a whole new level of confidence which I will forever be grateful for.

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I’ll stop yapping your ear off now(but seriously though, thank you bunches! More angst WILL be coming soon🥰🫶🏾)

Every other person in power is dying except those who actually need to die. Like— wtf??

Y’know what, screw it, I might just take matters into my own hands atp.

Holy shit, I need to get back into writing😥

Also, not that anybody cares, but HI Y’ALL!! Sorry I’ve been gone this entire week and then some. Spring Break just started for me, so the entire week before has been filled with tests and exams and work Work WORK.

But I’m free now, so tibbits will hopefully be up soon(as soon as I get the ideas for them).

Y’all know those days where you just sit back and start to reminisce on the shit you let people do to you in the past and just think.. how the fuck did I let them get away with that?

Like.. no fades were caught? Nobody ran up?? No nothing???

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Ts haunts me in my dreams bro😓

Ugh, GIVE ME MY GLOW UP NOW!! I DESERVE IT!

Woke up this morning, did my hygiene routine, got dressed and went to the bathroom to do my eyebrows and eyelashes and saw that I had eye bags.

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EYE BAGS.

I HAVE BAGS UNDER MY EYES.

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Time to dropout🤷🏾‍♀️

Hopefully, when the economy gets better and I get out of college, I’ll make lots of money, be single with no kids, move states, and have a 90’s-early 2000’s looking house with a deep undivided sink, a deep bathtub with tile flo- everything, warm lighting, and just.. early 2000’s everything.

I’ll have records of my favorite artists on the wall, a record player that’s awesome sauce(because I’m awesome sauce), and my wardrobe will be filled to the brim with cool clothes that I wear 24/7(because I’m cool). I’ll have a red convertible beetle with daisy rims, and when I ride in it with the ceiling down, I’ll have chunky shades to shield my eyes from the harsh beams of the sun. And I’ll also have a chunky purse with mad accessories and decorations like pins and keychains, and whenever I walk you’ll be sure to hear me from a mile away(because I’m that girl).

Point of this post is, some people’s American dream is to make good money and get married and have kids and live a stable life, and that’s great, but my American dream is to be rich, be financially stable, and just have fun. Any problems I experience along the way is just character development.

You’re good at this “Let’s make Goober cry today” thing, keep it up stinker👍🏾

On another note though, it’s refreshing to see someone write about the ups and (crashing) downs of aging and the troubles that come with it, especially how bad it is for those who’ve served or been through something traumatic.

Some would’ve never thought they’d see the day where big, strong, capable Captain Price would be reduced to a fragile old man, and yet here we are. I think it shows that life is as unpredictable as it is unfair, and anything can happen to anyone, even the strongest of people.

It’ll break you down like that, and yet the world keeps spinning.

There's a certain kind of pain from watching your loved one rot away in front of your eyes.

Watching the man you've spent 50 years together with grow old and waste away, bits and parts of his brain eventually devoured by age, whilst you stay immortal, standing still in the sands of time, your skin flawless and perfect.

How could you grief a man that's still alive anyways? How could you celebrate life when the man you've sworn to heaven and hell is actively degrading in front of you? Sitting in a wheelchair with a ventilator following him around?

The pain seems bone wrecking when Nik stands in front of Price, and watches the man's milky eyes take him in fully first before finally recognising him. The way John stutters over his name, how his chest heaves with even the most simplest of words. (Like muttering a loved one's name) He watches as John stays quiet, allowing Nik to push him around the garden, occasionally stopping down to watch the flowers and ducks.

John's time on Earth was most definitely limited. Unlike Nik, who had seen the face of several wars and great empires rise and fall, John will soon vanish with time, left as another body for Nik to mourn six feet under dirt. His body will eventually decompose, and serve as fertilizer for the land around him.

Nik watches as John slowly gets up, only to nearly damn collapse from the lack of use of his muscles, saved by Nik hastily holding him. It reminds him of how little time he has left, how eventually he would have to remember John's face from a photo instead, how he already needs videos to remember how John had sounded.

The next time he visits, John takes a little more time to recognise the face of his lover, still never questioning how Nik looked no older. He stays for the whole day, wheeling John around before letting him walk around with a walker.

The next time he sees John, it was in the picture of a younger face smiling at him, etched in stone. Bundles of snowdrops flower (the favourite flowers of a man he'll never see again) spread around his grave.

I just realized that I didn’t really introduce myself when I first came here and just started writing shit off gate so I should probably do that in some way..

But instead of yapping your ears off, I made this “mood board”(or whatever tf it is) to give you a peek of my personality.

Hairless cats are underrated. Hairless guinea pigs are also underrated

Thoughts on hairless cats? I think they’re cute, but my sisters think they look like a raw turkey😔

BALD CATS MY BELOVED. Do I think they look like plucked chickens? Yeah, does that make them any less endearing? No.

They were never ugly, they just never met your unrealistic standards of how someone’s “supposed” to look.

Pretty privilege is gonna be the death of this world.

Like— tf do you mean you won’t say excuse me when you bump into me but will take some 5’3, clear skinned, 163 pound, A cup girl to the ER if she even trips??

And ‘popular’ kids are the fucking worst.

“Why don’t you wear make-up?” Or, “Why do you always wear joggers?”

Bitch this is community college, who is there to impress? The fucking janitor? Grow up.

Cosmic brownies are fucking DELISH when no one’s in your ear telling you otherwise👌🏾🤤

I’ll say this and then leave it, but Kendrick Lamar’s performance was truly one for the books. People who didn’t and still don’t understand it are the ones who are blind to what’s going on right now, and will be the ones saying “Woe is me” when shit really hits the fan in the coming future(even though it already has).

Wake up America. It’s only gonna be so long before the land of the free burns.