Let's rip open the bored bodice of met expectation
It's really kind of sad to notice that how much I post on my journal is directly related to whether or not any of my tv shows are playing new episodes. So, HI PEOPLE. I've totally updated this thing more than three times in the past month. With really meaningful entries. Promise.
Um. anyway. hmm.. it's my dad's birthday today? I got him a Hawaii themed card and a Hawaii themed lottery scratch-it think, and I am obviously missing Hawaii Five-0 something terrible (oh, show, why can't you be on my tv always?)
Besides that, the only writing I've really done is the quoting of poems on my walls (well, on paper on my walls, I really don't need to make the future repainting of this room go any worse by adding marker to the list), while balancing stupidly -- one foot braced on the desk, and the other on the edge of the mattress-- and I've almost fallen and broken myself, which angelgazing pointed out would be hard to explain to the paramedic and not make it sound dirty. But still. Random Siken on my walls, and endless amount of Mindy Nettiffee.
I've been singing myself hoarse for the past week, because singing is one of the few things that stops my neurotic headspace and my neurotic headspace has been particularly neurotic this week. I am really bad at change.
Finally saw the Social Network last week. I'm not saying anything about it because whenever I start to, I accidentally compose five different essays on it and I really don't want to do that right now. But I find it hilarious that this movie gave me more thinky thoughts than Inception did. (Sorry, Inception. You tried really hard, but it just came down to this: I didn't care if it was a dream or not, because Dom Cobb was an asshat who needs to get his face kicked in.<--- the more I think about it, that's the only thing I'm left with.) So, along the vein of not saying anything about the movie, I will just say that i have apparently fallen in love with Jesse Eisenberg's stupid face, and can now recognize his voice well enough to now he's in that Rio animated bird movie. Which makes me laugh so hard now. Because I am a freak.
One downside to having finally watched the movie: I am now rereading all the TSN fic I have saved. Which is enjoyable, but time consuming. But Plantwardo is about 800x more hilarious now.
This post still doesn't really say things. um. sorry about that. Have a picture of Alex being some sort of clingy koala bear:
Um. anyway. hmm.. it's my dad's birthday today? I got him a Hawaii themed card and a Hawaii themed lottery scratch-it think, and I am obviously missing Hawaii Five-0 something terrible (oh, show, why can't you be on my tv always?)
Besides that, the only writing I've really done is the quoting of poems on my walls (well, on paper on my walls, I really don't need to make the future repainting of this room go any worse by adding marker to the list), while balancing stupidly -- one foot braced on the desk, and the other on the edge of the mattress-- and I've almost fallen and broken myself, which angelgazing pointed out would be hard to explain to the paramedic and not make it sound dirty. But still. Random Siken on my walls, and endless amount of Mindy Nettiffee.
I've been singing myself hoarse for the past week, because singing is one of the few things that stops my neurotic headspace and my neurotic headspace has been particularly neurotic this week. I am really bad at change.
Finally saw the Social Network last week. I'm not saying anything about it because whenever I start to, I accidentally compose five different essays on it and I really don't want to do that right now. But I find it hilarious that this movie gave me more thinky thoughts than Inception did. (Sorry, Inception. You tried really hard, but it just came down to this: I didn't care if it was a dream or not, because Dom Cobb was an asshat who needs to get his face kicked in.<--- the more I think about it, that's the only thing I'm left with.) So, along the vein of not saying anything about the movie, I will just say that i have apparently fallen in love with Jesse Eisenberg's stupid face, and can now recognize his voice well enough to now he's in that Rio animated bird movie. Which makes me laugh so hard now. Because I am a freak.
One downside to having finally watched the movie: I am now rereading all the TSN fic I have saved. Which is enjoyable, but time consuming. But Plantwardo is about 800x more hilarious now.
This post still doesn't really say things. um. sorry about that. Have a picture of Alex being some sort of clingy koala bear: