nothing helps but time (time is all i own)

[acciodiangelo]

Just found out my lovely mother has bought tickets to the WB Studio Tour for my birthday in July. I am dying here-- no, really. I'm actually going to the place where my childhood was filmed. If I don't cry, there's probably a demonic presence resting on my soul tugging my life force away from me, thus leaving me unable to express or feel emotions. See, logic.

Also this conversation happened between me and my father earlier.

• Me: "I have a problem."
• My dad: "What kind of problem?"
• Me: "Kit Harington's hair. It's becoming a big issue for me. It's so soft and fluffy and I'm finding it hard to accept I'll never be able to run my fingers through his luscious black locks."

My dad then proceeded to have a go at me for acting childish, talking loudly and being rude at the dinner table. I think my dad has a poor idea of what justice is. Though, he didn't go through with his threat of banning me from the computer, which I am extremely glad for. This paints a rather inaccurate image of my father though, he is actually great. He's the reason behind my obsession with television and film, and he also has three huge cardboard boxes full of old comics. Like first editions and shit, it's actually scary how much of a fanboy my dad was is.