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I'm having trouble keeping up with Critical Role lately because I'm so busy (also why I don't post here much!) but I managed to see The Search for Grog. It made me miss VM so much! I do like the Nein a lot but man, they still have a way to go if they wanna be up there with VM.
II.
Oscars happened. Last year I was pretty interested in all the nominated movies and thought almost all of them were pretty good, but this year I really wasn't excited about any of them. I guess now I'm gonna have to see Green Book at some point.
I did see If Beale Street Could Talk this week, which was just gorgeous and not even nominated, which is just mindboggling.
I also saw The Favourite and was much less wild about it than, apparently, my entire Tumblr dash. Olivia Colman was great though.
III.
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Sometimes I think I'm doing this whole 'being a successful adult' thing pretty well; I go to work each day, I'm good at my job, I manage to cook regularly and clean sometimes and have a social life and pay my bills. And then sometimes I just want to cancel everything and give up.
Today, I came home from work to find that someone had written big letters on the front of my house - not a word, as far as I can tell, and I'm not sure if it's painted or sprayed or just chalked? It's on the bottom of the facade, so not huge but still pretty noticeable. And I have no idea what to do. I just don't want to deal with it. I mailed the local police to ask if I have to remove it myself, but now I'm worried it's not that serious. Also I'm now irrationally worried, because I googled too much, if it's like thieves' code to mean this house should be robbed. Or if it's a personal attack, because I'm not very social in my neighborhood.
I freak out about stuff like this all the time - when my mirror breaks, or I have to call someone to fix my sink, or whatever.
Those are moments I really want to call my mum and ask her to fix everything.
I had this thought recently: I remember the end of primary school, when I was eleven. We had a wonderful teacher for our last school year, we did so many fun things. We all cried on the last day of school, because we had to go to the scary high school, and some of us were leaving. I remember thinking life was never going to be as great again as it had been that year.
And honestly, 18 years later - it really hasn't ever been as great. There's something kind of sad about that. There are really no benefits to being an adult that I wouldn't trade for the joy of being 11 and spending my days playing with friends and singing songs in class and living with my mum.
I'm actually pretty happy most of the time! I like my life, I'm doing a lot of fun stuff, the sun is shining. It just sucks that I can have a wonderful weekend, going to the zoo and seeing a movie I love, and then the next day I come home and have a panic attack. My anxiety sometimes seems totally manageable and then hits me over the head when I'm not expecting it. I wish I had a better way of dealing with that.
I'm having trouble keeping up with Critical Role lately because I'm so busy (also why I don't post here much!) but I managed to see The Search for Grog. It made me miss VM so much! I do like the Nein a lot but man, they still have a way to go if they wanna be up there with VM.
II.
Oscars happened. Last year I was pretty interested in all the nominated movies and thought almost all of them were pretty good, but this year I really wasn't excited about any of them. I guess now I'm gonna have to see Green Book at some point.
I did see If Beale Street Could Talk this week, which was just gorgeous and not even nominated, which is just mindboggling.
I also saw The Favourite and was much less wild about it than, apparently, my entire Tumblr dash. Olivia Colman was great though.
III.
.
Sometimes I think I'm doing this whole 'being a successful adult' thing pretty well; I go to work each day, I'm good at my job, I manage to cook regularly and clean sometimes and have a social life and pay my bills. And then sometimes I just want to cancel everything and give up.
Today, I came home from work to find that someone had written big letters on the front of my house - not a word, as far as I can tell, and I'm not sure if it's painted or sprayed or just chalked? It's on the bottom of the facade, so not huge but still pretty noticeable. And I have no idea what to do. I just don't want to deal with it. I mailed the local police to ask if I have to remove it myself, but now I'm worried it's not that serious. Also I'm now irrationally worried, because I googled too much, if it's like thieves' code to mean this house should be robbed. Or if it's a personal attack, because I'm not very social in my neighborhood.
I freak out about stuff like this all the time - when my mirror breaks, or I have to call someone to fix my sink, or whatever.
Those are moments I really want to call my mum and ask her to fix everything.
I had this thought recently: I remember the end of primary school, when I was eleven. We had a wonderful teacher for our last school year, we did so many fun things. We all cried on the last day of school, because we had to go to the scary high school, and some of us were leaving. I remember thinking life was never going to be as great again as it had been that year.
And honestly, 18 years later - it really hasn't ever been as great. There's something kind of sad about that. There are really no benefits to being an adult that I wouldn't trade for the joy of being 11 and spending my days playing with friends and singing songs in class and living with my mum.
I'm actually pretty happy most of the time! I like my life, I'm doing a lot of fun stuff, the sun is shining. It just sucks that I can have a wonderful weekend, going to the zoo and seeing a movie I love, and then the next day I come home and have a panic attack. My anxiety sometimes seems totally manageable and then hits me over the head when I'm not expecting it. I wish I had a better way of dealing with that.