Clean ALL the things?
Like many people I know, I've recently found myself addicted to the blog "Hyperbole and a Half." I was up til 4 a.m reading through most of the archives, and I may have cracked a rib trying to keep from laughing loud enough to wake up the house.
This entry is especially relevant to my life: "This Is Why I'll Never Be An Adult." All those tiny responsibilities ("Email! Go to the motherf*cking BANK like an ADULT. GROCERY SHOPPING! CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!") that somehow add up and become absurdly daunting and you end up crushed by guilt and fear and never do any of them? Story of my life. I shudder to think what will happen when I have to do even more real-person things, like paying bills. As it is, I realize that I have to fill out financial aid forms, make a doctor's appointment, and call my boss at the candy store, and find myself thinking "What am I? Some sort of wizard?"
It's good to know I'm not alone in this.
So Amazon sells porn now. And by porn, I mean the DVD of David Tennant's performance in "Hamlet." Did I buy it? Hell yeah I did. Should I have bought it? ...Probably not?
Speaking of all-consuming fangirliness, I just joined doctoreleven...aka the "Mattcave." God help me, I don't know when I started having a crush on Matt Smith, but it's happened and it's too late for me to do anything about it now.
Also, Steven Moffat has a Twitter now.
I found myself very, very sad this evening. In that sort of despairing, "what am I doing with my life, why am I a failure, why am I not ever happy anymore, am I going to be sad forever, oh help me" sort of way. Then I ate some food. And I felt better. This is also the story of my life. Usually when I'm sad or angry, it's just because I need to eat. Unfortunately, I never seem to learn this, no matter how many times it happens. I'll be furious or crushingly depressed, and sometimes a small part of me will reason "You need to eat something. Nothing's actually wrong, you're just hungry." "NO!" I respond. "I am sad and angry because someone said something mean/I couldn't get my iPod to work/THIS OTHER CATASTROPHIC THING HAPPENED. It's not about FOOD, ok? Shut up!"
And then it's totally about food.
This entry is especially relevant to my life: "This Is Why I'll Never Be An Adult." All those tiny responsibilities ("Email! Go to the motherf*cking BANK like an ADULT. GROCERY SHOPPING! CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!") that somehow add up and become absurdly daunting and you end up crushed by guilt and fear and never do any of them? Story of my life. I shudder to think what will happen when I have to do even more real-person things, like paying bills. As it is, I realize that I have to fill out financial aid forms, make a doctor's appointment, and call my boss at the candy store, and find myself thinking "What am I? Some sort of wizard?"
It's good to know I'm not alone in this.
So Amazon sells porn now. And by porn, I mean the DVD of David Tennant's performance in "Hamlet." Did I buy it? Hell yeah I did. Should I have bought it? ...Probably not?
Speaking of all-consuming fangirliness, I just joined doctoreleven...aka the "Mattcave." God help me, I don't know when I started having a crush on Matt Smith, but it's happened and it's too late for me to do anything about it now.
Also, Steven Moffat has a Twitter now.
I found myself very, very sad this evening. In that sort of despairing, "what am I doing with my life, why am I a failure, why am I not ever happy anymore, am I going to be sad forever, oh help me" sort of way. Then I ate some food. And I felt better. This is also the story of my life. Usually when I'm sad or angry, it's just because I need to eat. Unfortunately, I never seem to learn this, no matter how many times it happens. I'll be furious or crushingly depressed, and sometimes a small part of me will reason "You need to eat something. Nothing's actually wrong, you're just hungry." "NO!" I respond. "I am sad and angry because someone said something mean/I couldn't get my iPod to work/THIS OTHER CATASTROPHIC THING HAPPENED. It's not about FOOD, ok? Shut up!"
And then it's totally about food.