"Oh well, maybe we can share a jail cell together!"
Hi guys! Long time no update. Things have been kind of quiet on my end, hence not much to write about. I'm currently house/cat sitting for my boyfriend's parent's while they're on a family trip to Hawaii. Lucky bastards. I'm sincerely hoping that they bring me back some chocolate covered macadamia nuts.
The past few weeks Alex has been having me watch movies that he says I need to see. This includes Crank 1 and 2, The Transporter 1-3, Mission Impossible 1-3, and Total Recall. My main reasons for not seeing these films beforehand was that I simply wasn't interested and/or I was too young at the time when they came out. I really enjoyed the Jason Statham films. They were crazy and over the top but GURRRL, THAT BOY CAN GET IT. I found myself kind of bored with the first two Mission Impossible films, but I really liked the third one! I think it's my favorite out of the series. The story was engaging, the villain was creepy, and the cast was fabulous! I especially loved the fact this was the first in the series to feature female agents that kicked ass right alongside the men. Finally, Total Recall was a fun movie, but GOOD LORD is that sucker dated. I never knew that the future would look so much like the 1980s. I'm sure if I saw it when I was younger it wouldn't have been such a shock.
There's something I've been meaning to talk about here. I've had a hard time finding the words, though. I know this has a lot to do with my anxiety and the fact that Shark Week is approaching, but I think it will make me feel better to actually write it out.
"I genuinely am paranoid that everyone secretly hates me and thinks I am really really annoying and awful and is pretending to be my friend and it's all part of some big joke."
I've seen that quote around tumblr recently and it truly scares me how much I can relate. I've always had issues making true friends. Growing up I had the habit of making friends with people who truly weren't good for me. They were demanding, manipulative, controlling, emotionally abusive, and made fun of me on a near constant basis. I was the one in the group that was always singled out and picked on. They would claim that they were only "joking around," but their words and actions cut deep. This lead all of the way up to only a few years ago in college with my roommate, Laura. It's only been recently that I've recognized this pattern and decided to put a stop to it. I ditched Laura and decided I wouldn't be pushed around by said "friends" any longer.
Things have been going well. I know that I have the power to control who I let into my life and I'm no longer surrounding myself with negative people. Due to all of the above, however, I have a hard time believing that the good friends I do have actually care for me. Again, I think my anxiety plays a large role in this. I hope all of you know just how much I love and appreciate you. Even though we've never met I feel so close to all of you. I hope you feel the same and that I'm not coming off as a complete psycho.
Okay, that's enough of that. I'm off to make some dinner and catch up on tumblr. Have a good night, bb's! ♥
The past few weeks Alex has been having me watch movies that he says I need to see. This includes Crank 1 and 2, The Transporter 1-3, Mission Impossible 1-3, and Total Recall. My main reasons for not seeing these films beforehand was that I simply wasn't interested and/or I was too young at the time when they came out. I really enjoyed the Jason Statham films. They were crazy and over the top but GURRRL, THAT BOY CAN GET IT. I found myself kind of bored with the first two Mission Impossible films, but I really liked the third one! I think it's my favorite out of the series. The story was engaging, the villain was creepy, and the cast was fabulous! I especially loved the fact this was the first in the series to feature female agents that kicked ass right alongside the men. Finally, Total Recall was a fun movie, but GOOD LORD is that sucker dated. I never knew that the future would look so much like the 1980s. I'm sure if I saw it when I was younger it wouldn't have been such a shock.
There's something I've been meaning to talk about here. I've had a hard time finding the words, though. I know this has a lot to do with my anxiety and the fact that Shark Week is approaching, but I think it will make me feel better to actually write it out.
"I genuinely am paranoid that everyone secretly hates me and thinks I am really really annoying and awful and is pretending to be my friend and it's all part of some big joke."
I've seen that quote around tumblr recently and it truly scares me how much I can relate. I've always had issues making true friends. Growing up I had the habit of making friends with people who truly weren't good for me. They were demanding, manipulative, controlling, emotionally abusive, and made fun of me on a near constant basis. I was the one in the group that was always singled out and picked on. They would claim that they were only "joking around," but their words and actions cut deep. This lead all of the way up to only a few years ago in college with my roommate, Laura. It's only been recently that I've recognized this pattern and decided to put a stop to it. I ditched Laura and decided I wouldn't be pushed around by said "friends" any longer.
Things have been going well. I know that I have the power to control who I let into my life and I'm no longer surrounding myself with negative people. Due to all of the above, however, I have a hard time believing that the good friends I do have actually care for me. Again, I think my anxiety plays a large role in this. I hope all of you know just how much I love and appreciate you. Even though we've never met I feel so close to all of you. I hope you feel the same and that I'm not coming off as a complete psycho.
Okay, that's enough of that. I'm off to make some dinner and catch up on tumblr. Have a good night, bb's! ♥