Guys, I’m in love with this girl. #Seriously
Is she little Debby?Aww so cute
Little Debby is so cute.
The full length feature film:
It took place in some weird place. It was kind of half work place and half church. I say that because it seemed as if it took place at a church but we were doing some service project.
So I don’t really know what I was doing per se, but I was doing a task that either I was asked to do or I volunteered for it. I seemed half way excited by it. I was working at a table near a corner of the gym.
As I was working, I looked up as I had noticed by air movement or something that somebody was walking by. This person walking by was none other than Debby Ryan. As I thought she was going to pass by, she abruptly turned towards my table and sat down.
I of course knew of her, I was aware of her talents, the fact that’s she’s on JESSIE, and her singing voice. I was nervous at first, but I think I was able to squeeze out a “hello.” She said “hi” back. It was so adorable.
After our quick, one worded greetings, she got to work, and I got this tingly, sweaty, swelling, happy sensation (I am having that same sensation right now) as I noticed just how beautiful she was.
I worked for what I think was about 15 minutes with lots of glances up, to you know, get a peek.
After that 15 minutes, she got up to go work at another table for some reason. I was terrified, nervous, tingly all over, but I did manage to help her carry all over her stuff over. When I had finished helping her, and she took her seat at the table, I saw a big smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
The part between the previous paragraph and the the end of the service project was a big blur. At the end of the service project, Debby and I were again working at the same table. I could not have been happier.
After the service project I got up, and sat next to Debby. I (playing dumb) said “Hi” to her again, “my name is Allen. I don’t recall seeing you here before. What’s your name?” She replied, “Hi back! I’m Debby, I just thought I’d see what was going on here, and I’m glad I came in.” I told her that I too was glad she came in, and after a few minutes of conversing, I asked her out on a date. She said yes and she seemed really excited.
The date for whatever reason, was not included. The next portion of the dream was back at a church and it seemed as if Debby and I had been dating a while. My friend Cameron was there came up to me and asked how I was doing and stuff and asked so who is that cute girl you’ve been following around all day? I told him that it was Debby and she was my girlfriend. I was talking with several people when she came by my side and planted a kiss on my cheek (we weren’t married in this dream and I don’t believe in passionate kissing on the lips until after marriage).
Then as always, I woke up.
The other dream:
It didn’t take me very long to get back to sleep and have another dream about Debby.
This one wasn’t so pleasant, and I know Debby wouldn’t do this.
Basically, I saw Debby smoking a cigarette.
Glad that dream didn’t last longer than a minute.
Last night, I had a nightmare about my sweetheart Debby Ryan. It was the most disturbing, terrifying, thought invoking dream I had about anybody, but most importantly Debby.
*******WARNING: This is a tad graphic*******
I forgot some details, seeing I had the dream almost 12 hours ago.
I don’t remember where I was, but someone called me, “turn on the TV.” I turned on the TV to find out that Debby Ryan was involved in a horrible car crash, caused by a drunk driver smashing into her car.
I was shellshocked, I was panicking. I got on the phone (apparently I was either dating Debby or was her fiancé) with Sandy (Debby’s mother). I was not aware of her condition when she told me what happened. She reported, “Due to the severities of Debby’s injuries, this may be hard to comprehend, but Debby died.”
This was horrifying. I completely shut down, throwing objects, crying uncontrollably.
A few details in here are a bit shady…
I woke up right after I wanted to kill myself, I wanted to end my life so I could be with the girl of my dreams, the girl that meant so much to me.
You want to know a secret? Well, let me tell you one. I’m a Deboralien—one of those deboraliens that seem to be flat out rejected by Debby.
You see, about 7 months ago, Debby followed me. Hit the fast forward button, and BAM Debby unfollowed me. It was the most humiliating, depressing day of my life. That was six months ago almost to the hour as I write this blog entry.
Over the past six months I’ve gently asked Debby to follow me, and all I get is almost nothing. I’ve got a RT or two, a favorite or two, a mention or two, but really nothing. Zip. Zada. De nada. Nothing.
So, for the past two weeks, I felt like I ran out of ways to ask. So I started spamming her. It felt like the only option. I’ve had mixed feelings about this. I feel sorry for spamming her, I feel happy that other Deboraliens are asking her to follow me, but, I keep on getting the feeling Debby won’t follow me.
Debby, if you are reading this, I love you. Please cure my depression by pressing the follow button on my twitter account. It would mean the world to me. Thank you.
All that is made seems planless to the darkened mind, because there are more plans than it looked for.
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable… The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
It is hard to have patience with people who say “There is no death” or “Death doesn’t matter.” There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn’t matter.
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.