And suddenly a random update appeared.
I am trying, trying, trying to get back into updating regularly. I have every intention of posting more often, I swear. The reasons are A) I am actually thinking about something besides Disney kids, and B) that something is The Vampire Diaries. HATERS TO THE LEFT. I will say that I bought he S1 DVDs and finally got around to watching them and JESUS CHRIST WHAT WAS MY LIFE BEFORE THIS SHOW, WHAT EVEN, so I have to watch it all the way through again before I can talk about it adequately, but rest assured I am going to talk your face off.
I can't honestly pinpoint why exactly it is that I've been so internet dead lately other than that I'm just sort of lazy? Granted, I am going to school five days a week now (which, fuck my life, horrible horrible idea), but it's only a couple of hours and then I only work three or four days a week and two of them are always the weekend. My family is sort of dramatic, I guess, but that is nothing new. And I have been online most days, skimming my flist and trolling Tumblr, I've just been doing so quietly and not unlike a stalker lurker. ENOUGH OF THAT.
Who wants to hear about my weekend?! No one? TOO BAD. The most important thing for you all to know is that my friend threw a Hogwarts party and I went as Hermione at the last minute. Bushy hair? Time Turner? I WAS HERMIONE CIRCA PoA, WHAT. I was worried about it initially because I'm not really the party type, but it was so chill it was barely even a party. Pretty much five or six of us at any given time were just eating and trash-talking and watching Hocus Pocus, aka MY KIND OF NIGHT. Also, some dude I didn't know was Voldemort and it was amazing. Possibly, I had a few Butter Beers (read: cream soda and butterscotch schnapps) and kept asking people if that's really what my hair looks like from the back? Honestly, though I think I was more sugar-high than tipsy, that drink was like liquid diabetes. But this was like, the highlight of my month, okay.
EDIT: This morning I had work and most of us dressed up and I went as a Nerd. High socks, dress shoes, button-down complete with pens in the breast pocket, suspenders, a side ponytail, and because I didn't have Nerd glasses, I drew obnoxious freckles on my cheeks and forgot to wash them off when I got home and changed. Point: I'm going out to dinner in a bit and my dad was sure to remind me to "...wipe those stupid things off your face. Every time I look at you I want to tell you: you've got those stupid, weird, diagonal, triangular footprints on your face like a space-creature." THAT IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY MONTH.
I'm going to preface this by saying it's a dream I had Friday night, so by now the details are a bit fuzzy, but I keep thinking about it, so. Jfc, now that I'm typing I can't remember anything that actually happened, I'm just recalling thoughts I had about the content once I was awake. Oh well, close enough. Pretty much I dreamt that Demi Lovato at some point in the near future was living in or on an extending visit alone in France? Wait, it gets better. So, Demi's in Paris, right, and she stops at a little cafe for coffee and is recognized by a little French girl who is just chirping away at her, all ecstatic to meet her favorite pop sensation/actress. Demi has no idea what the little girl is saying because Demi's Spanish is conversational at best and French is not Spanish, so the best she can do is smile and repeat Merci beau coup.
But what's this? The young woman at a nearby table on the patio speaks both English and French and she tells Demi that the little girl's name is Eva and that she's seen "Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam" six times and could she please have an autograph? When Demi turns to thank her translator/savior, it's none other than Ashley Davies, singer/songwriter and badass lesbian -- except for that one time in high school. twice... -- extraordinaire.
Yeah. I don't even. My subconscious doesn't distinguish between RPF and FPF? Not complaining. Now I want to write a million words of Ashley being Demi's gay guru while Spencer works with Selena on a documentary/movie a la "Jonas Brother's 3D Concert Experience," because Spencer was a filmmaker for a hot five minutes there and that would really help her get her name out there. Possibly, they'd all be big sister/little sister BFFs and then Spencer and Ashley would say to Selena and Demi respectively that they should meet this girl that their partner's been going on about and they all go to dinner or something AND AWKWARD HIJINKS ENSUE BUT ENDS WITH DEMI AND SELENA GETTING GAY MARRIED UNDER THE EIFFEL TOWER. Or something. I don't even know anymore, but it made sense when I dreamed it?
I am going to stop talking about other things because deep down in my heart of hearts I know this post is really just an excuse for me to talk about The Vampire Diaries and find out who else on my flist is as obsessed with it as I am. If that is you, raise your hand! COME, LET US DISCUSS IN FLAIL AND CAPS 2.07 OR, KATHERINE IS BETTER VILLAIN THAN YOU COULD EVER HOPE TO BE: THE EPISODE.
I can't honestly pinpoint why exactly it is that I've been so internet dead lately other than that I'm just sort of lazy? Granted, I am going to school five days a week now (which, fuck my life, horrible horrible idea), but it's only a couple of hours and then I only work three or four days a week and two of them are always the weekend. My family is sort of dramatic, I guess, but that is nothing new. And I have been online most days, skimming my flist and trolling Tumblr, I've just been doing so quietly and not unlike a stalker lurker. ENOUGH OF THAT.
Who wants to hear about my weekend?! No one? TOO BAD. The most important thing for you all to know is that my friend threw a Hogwarts party and I went as Hermione at the last minute. Bushy hair? Time Turner? I WAS HERMIONE CIRCA PoA, WHAT. I was worried about it initially because I'm not really the party type, but it was so chill it was barely even a party. Pretty much five or six of us at any given time were just eating and trash-talking and watching Hocus Pocus, aka MY KIND OF NIGHT. Also, some dude I didn't know was Voldemort and it was amazing. Possibly, I had a few Butter Beers (read: cream soda and butterscotch schnapps) and kept asking people if that's really what my hair looks like from the back? Honestly, though I think I was more sugar-high than tipsy, that drink was like liquid diabetes. But this was like, the highlight of my month, okay.
EDIT: This morning I had work and most of us dressed up and I went as a Nerd. High socks, dress shoes, button-down complete with pens in the breast pocket, suspenders, a side ponytail, and because I didn't have Nerd glasses, I drew obnoxious freckles on my cheeks and forgot to wash them off when I got home and changed. Point: I'm going out to dinner in a bit and my dad was sure to remind me to "...wipe those stupid things off your face. Every time I look at you I want to tell you: you've got those stupid, weird, diagonal, triangular footprints on your face like a space-creature." THAT IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY MONTH.
I'm going to preface this by saying it's a dream I had Friday night, so by now the details are a bit fuzzy, but I keep thinking about it, so. Jfc, now that I'm typing I can't remember anything that actually happened, I'm just recalling thoughts I had about the content once I was awake. Oh well, close enough. Pretty much I dreamt that Demi Lovato at some point in the near future was living in or on an extending visit alone in France? Wait, it gets better. So, Demi's in Paris, right, and she stops at a little cafe for coffee and is recognized by a little French girl who is just chirping away at her, all ecstatic to meet her favorite pop sensation/actress. Demi has no idea what the little girl is saying because Demi's Spanish is conversational at best and French is not Spanish, so the best she can do is smile and repeat Merci beau coup.
But what's this? The young woman at a nearby table on the patio speaks both English and French and she tells Demi that the little girl's name is Eva and that she's seen "Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam" six times and could she please have an autograph? When Demi turns to thank her translator/savior, it's none other than Ashley Davies, singer/songwriter and badass lesbian -- except for that one time in high school. twice... -- extraordinaire.
Yeah. I don't even. My subconscious doesn't distinguish between RPF and FPF? Not complaining. Now I want to write a million words of Ashley being Demi's gay guru while Spencer works with Selena on a documentary/movie a la "Jonas Brother's 3D Concert Experience," because Spencer was a filmmaker for a hot five minutes there and that would really help her get her name out there. Possibly, they'd all be big sister/little sister BFFs and then Spencer and Ashley would say to Selena and Demi respectively that they should meet this girl that their partner's been going on about and they all go to dinner or something AND AWKWARD HIJINKS ENSUE BUT ENDS WITH DEMI AND SELENA GETTING GAY MARRIED UNDER THE EIFFEL TOWER. Or something. I don't even know anymore, but it made sense when I dreamed it?
I am going to stop talking about other things because deep down in my heart of hearts I know this post is really just an excuse for me to talk about The Vampire Diaries and find out who else on my flist is as obsessed with it as I am. If that is you, raise your hand! COME, LET US DISCUSS IN FLAIL AND CAPS 2.07 OR, KATHERINE IS BETTER VILLAIN THAN YOU COULD EVER HOPE TO BE: THE EPISODE.