I’ve had too much being angry this morning, mostly anger directed towards the fact that I can’t fucking sleep in, so I’m going to make french toast and then do some baking and drown myself in food and goodness.
By frustrating, I mean immature. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the queen of maturity, in certain circumstances - However, I’m getting there and I’m trying. I’m always trying to be objective about things that make me angry or the jealousy I experience daily (I am not proud of this about myself. Probably my worst fault.). But I’m trying. I’m trying to make the negative things about myself positive. Also, I’m trying to get rid of the negative things in my life.
However, in that, I’ve realized that it’s hard to be immune to other’s negativity when I’m trying to get rid of my own. Take something as stupid as the weather. Yes, it’s fucking raining and tomorrow is July. It really sucks. But is this the end of the world? No. It really isn’t. But working in customer service, day after day, I hear people whining about the rain. No one ever talks about anything else.
And it’s these times where I think, “Can’t you just fucking get over yourself, grow up, and realize that, unless you experience seasonal depression, your life isn’t worth putting on hold because of the weather.”
I understand that you don’t want to talk to your barista about the personal things in your life, although that doesn’t stop some people, but when you come in every. single. day. and bitch about the weather every. single. day, I’m going to think so much less of you. And this is just ONE example of the negativity that people embrace in their lives SIMPLY because they’re looking for something to talk about.
I love complaining, it’s super fun, but why don’t you make it into something that you can laugh about instead of something that breaks you down every single day?
I finished A Song of Ice and Fire (so far) the other day. I also sobbed at this because I don’t know HOW I’m going to wait any longer until Winds of Winter. I just can’t. I’ve been reading about the same characters for months now. What am I supposed to do?
I’m not really sure where Game of Thrones is going to go from here because the overall story just gets so fucking complicated. I’d be surprised if they were able to pull it off in it’s entirety in a fashion that is completely faithful to the books. As it stands, this show is going to be on for like… ten years. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s difficult. How are they going to keep the kids looking the same age? Film three seasons in a row and then just air them at random times?
The first season was completely faithful to the book, the second had minor changes that I think, for the most part, worked. I’m so unsure as to how it will go from then on. (This is turning into a rant about the show.) I strongly disliked Robb’s Volantis girl - what is her name, even? - and by that I mean, that was the worst and least romantic sex scene I’ve ever seen. Oh god, if they close off season 3 with the red wedding, I will freak the fuck out.
Fuck. I just realized a cliffhanger at the end of book 5 that wasn’t resolved. Oh my GOD. Freaking out now.
I’m really worried about how the show will portray Jaime from here on out because… ugh. He’s KING OF THE DOUCHES up until now but oh my god, I am in love with him and he is my favourite and they better make him likeable or I will go on a killing spree.
I gotta say
When you’re finishing a series, so far, and your favourite character hasn’t shown up in the last 2 books
I remember the first thing I read by Nora Ephron was a book in my Writing 12 class. I never bought any of her work, so far, but I made sure to find her essays whenever I went into the book store and needed to kill time. They were the best way to kill time.
Afterwards, I realized that some of the movies that she’d written were my favourites - movies like When Harry Met Sally and Sleepless in Seattle. Not only was this woman witty, but she was talented and well-known. She wasn’t just a good writer - she could make words come to life.
The most exciting thing for me when Meryl Streep won some award or another for her portrayal of Julia Child (in Julie and Julia, written by Ephron) was her leaning into the mic and letting out a drawl of “I love… Nora.”
And now she’s gone, and gone too soon. I really hoped to meet her one day. I don’t have that much of a connection to her but next paycheque, I’m buying one or all of her books, even though I can’t afford them. I cried when I heard she died this afternoon. I cried again when I got home this evening. Usually, I’m not affected by stuff like this but she really touched me.
rest in peace to the beautiful and wonderful and talented and fabulous Nora Ephron.
Despite that lovely text post about your bowel movements... BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!!! Once you are given this award, you are supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. <3
this will go right next to my beautiful bowels award.
whenever I buy an adult ticket for something or pay the adult price, I feel like I’m getting away with murder. “hehe, they won’t know that I’m actually the least mature person in the entirety of Canada!”
the fact is, however, I am now an adult. when I read the side of a medicine bottle and it says “keep out of reach of children,” I’m allowed to have it in my reach. I guess if I wanted to (BY GEORGE, I WANT TO), I could move out tomorrow. I’m sort of financially independent. I make my own decisions. I could tattoo a picture of Peter Dinklage onto my face and I would be the one held responsible.
I don’t feel old. That’s why becoming an adult is weird. But I’m fine with it, as long as people still think I’m young. A young whippersnapper!
this is a little gross but I also found it inspirational.
I promise I’m actually a very good writer and sometimes I write long, insightful things. In fact, I do that every single day… and then I think, BUT WHAT IF I WANT THIS TO BE PUBLISHED ONE DAY and store it away from the light of day. It’s quite embarrassing, really.
Anyways, I’m always surprised by the fact that the things in life always seem to come full circle. I’m fascinated by every time I worry that I will never see someone again, they come back into my life with reckless abandon. It’s actually great. Anyways, the same thing happens with experiences, I think.
Other than the time on Mayne island when there was no plumbing because the hot water tank exploded, I’ve only pooped in the forest once. It was my little brother’s soccer game, and I was really bored. We were at an elementary school and I wandered into this thicket by the field and took a giant shit. It was disgusting. I was embarrassed for about seven years afterwards.
Anyways, today I decided to walk home in the rain and really, really had to go to the bathroom. I also got lost really close to my house. I was thinking, “man, I could really shit in the woods right now” and I turn to see the EXACT thicket I did that one time. I remembered the shame and embarrassment of having to wipe my ass with a leaf that first time, and by that I mean, I thought, “I could get raped in that bush!”
It was a sign from the God that I’m mostly sure I don’t believe in that I shouldn’t be gross and I should hobble to McDonalds and I should probably learn how to get home like a regular person, especially on rainy nights. But isn’t that funny, how things like that work out?
today was one of the greatest days ever, one of the days where everything is going my way.
I’m going to be published! It was sunny out and Mack and I walked the seawall! I did yoga! I feel fit and healthy, so I ate two brownies! (Okay, whatever. Carpe Diem.)
except NOW, I have a shin splint. I didn’t even know what that was! apparently, one shouldn’t walk miles in cowboy boots, but they’re the only shoe I have that isn’t falling apart.
HOWEVER, the lowlight of my day was getting cat-called by two old men who were shirtless and their nipples looked like sweaty old prunes. Don’t tell me how good one colour looks on me when THE COLOUR IS BROWN. BROWN LOOKS GOOD ON EVERYONE.
I seriously love yoga, so far. I got a 3 month unlimited class and I want to go every single day, and I CAN.
Seriously - it’s physical activity that I’M NOT BAD AT. This hasn’t really happened to me before. Plus, I love feeling kind of fit and I’ve only been doing it for like… 4 days. Imagine how good I’m going to feel at the end of 3 months.
a pessimistic thought, brought to you by me facing upsetting, yet obvious, things head on.
you can’t ever say that people just “don’t understand” or “can’t understand,” I guess unless you’re in a very complicated situation.
sometimes, I think, people just need to be shown the right things so that they can understand. but a lot of the time, people understand. it’s just a matter of whether or not they care. and people are super selfish - I know I’m selfish as fuck.
you can’t say people don’t understand you when the truth is, they might just not care enough about whatever your gripe is.
"I don’t drink for like seven months and then when I do, I drink around fifteen drinks and am nut-schvanged all night long and get up the next morning and don’t really feel that bad."
or some others are like
"I obviously drink every night and sometimes during the week. I get drunk. It’s fun. I have no money for anything else."
I feel like I’m different because I don’t get drunk often (and when I do, HOLY MOTHER OF ZEUS, hangover central) but my mother/boyfriend and I often drink a couple of drinks together. like 3 nights a week. then I tumblr.
COOLEST LIFE. to clarify, my mother is not my boyfriend.
for those of you who don’t know, when I’m 65, I’m changing my name to SexBitch and I’m going to be a raucous old woman who is super rowdy and gives her grandchildren inappropriate presents.
seriously, everyone keeps bringing up SexBitch to me recently, and I’m so excited to be a hell on wheels (specifically, a motor scooter) when I’m sixty five years YOUNG. Not old. That’s what old people say.
I’m actually really excited for my fifties though. My mom works with the elderly and they all say that their fifties were their best years of their lives. Also, I regularly fraternize with a large group of people who are over the age of fifty and they have awesome lives. They drink a lot of wine and own their own houses and hang out with their friends a lot.
Crazy fifties, five years of rest and relaxation, and then when 65 hits, it’s sexbitch til the end.
listening to maurissa and jed talk about dollhouse and dying a little bit inside. I’m crying a little bit too.
My friend recommended the nerdist podcasts to me the other day and I downloaded like five of the writers ones. eliza clark and tami sagher are also on this particular episode that I have been episodically listening to and they are also very, very funny.
Interesting thing that I’ve learned about writing so far - their old scripts and pieces of writing that they talk about and laugh about really sound like the writing that I have heard from other writers that I don’t think is very good.
THEN LOOK AT THIS BLOG. One of my most favourite bloggers (who I obviously found through HelloGiggles because this is where I find all my bloggers) MARISSA ROSS, who is also super good looking has a wine blog, called WINE ALL THE TIME and you should read it if you like wine because this woman drinks a lot of wine and then tells you all about it. I love Marissa Ross, she’s way cooler than me!
ALSO, right now I’m drinking Painted Turtle Pinot Grigio if anyone cares. (EVERYONE CARES.)
unless you tell me directly about your sex life, I will assume that the farthest you’ve gotten is making your fingers into an A-OK symbol and putting your opposite index finger into it while making weird eyebrows and going “ee-err, ee-err.”
not joking. people will tell me like, “I’ve been married for nine years” and I will be like “I wonder if they’ve done it. No, probably not.”
just came back from a lovely weekend in penticton. you know what benefits the okanagan has over vancouver? I know, I know, I’m young and should be craving BIG CITY LIFE. And while I do enjoy living in a city, it’s like…. there are orchards and wineries and beautiful scenery and LAKES everywhere! Who wouldn’t want to wake up to that every day?
today I just sauntered on into work on my day off like it ain’t no thang and then I realized that I’m totally more willing to work since my manager gave me a free sandwich for making announcements over the PA.
ok, but the funny part was how I was asked to work.
co-worker: oh heyyyy, I asked mash to come into work today.
co-worker: aww, mash can’t work! I asked kayla, I wonder what she’ll say!
me: … do you want me to come in?
co-worker: OMG I LOVE YOU YES.
I’m just picturing her kicking at the ground and scuffing her shoes and being all blushy sending these texts, haha. It was slightly endearing and I found it hilarious. Which is why I didn’t even care about coming in.
this is not very useful because I have gotten high a total of zero times but if someone is looking to open up a coffee shop in the netherlands, do I ever have a business idea for you! (but you have to give me money for it.)
it’s like a high person bar cafe whatever (I’m trying to emphasize how bad at this lingo I am) with YOUTUBE VIDEOS PLAYING AT ALL TIMES.
it would be hilarious sober, for me. I feel like the things that amuse me sober are the things that amuse most people when high.