I was thinking about Game of Thrones all day today so I’m going to reblog some stuff and Y’ALL ARE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO DEAL with the fact that I think about Jaime and Brienne and how they’re meant to be and I start to tear up because THEIR LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL even though it isn’t real yet.
when I lived in the wilderness, and by that I mean in the heavily forested suburbs, I barely saw any animals. the odd coyote or raccoon would wander down the road at night. sure, there was occasionally a bear or three in my backyard, but this was a very rare occurrence. ever since I moved two blocks away from a fucking mall, I’ve seen more wildlife than one can hope to see.
the annoying thing about living in a beautiful part of the world is YOU’RE NEVER AWAY FROM THE WILDERNESS. okay, technically this is good for the soul and stuff, but hear me out. I may be two blocks away from a mall, but I’m also two blocks away from a creek that passes through a park. to walk home from the bus stop, I walk through this park. In the daytime, at least. At night, I usually cut around by the mall.
Today, however, I thought, “Hey, maybe it would be a good idea to cut through the forest. I’m not going to die!” So I walk through the park and I’m almost out, I can SEE my complex when I see a rustling among the grass. My thoughts went as follows. “Skunk! Ferret! Big ferret… Fur snake? LEG. LEG. HUMAN.”
So I assumed it was simply a homeless man, snoring in the bushes. Whatever, he has his right to sleep. Then I hear female sex noises. And male sex noises. So I assume it’s people having sex. But then this “homeless man” sits up and he appears to be a young bespectacled woman. Alone. Was she reenacting a sex scene alone while lying in a bush which is not hidden from the views of cars?
Anyways, I figured my walk home couldn’t get any worse until I followed a kitten into the path of a skunk that was preparing to spray. Thank god I didn’t get sprayed. Thank. God.
I’ve fallen madly in love with David Sedaris and I need to read all of his books or my brain will foam and explode.
What I find so captivating about his writing is that he’s such a freaking strange person and he doesn’t try to make himself seem likeable, even, but he has such a way with words that there are lines I need to read over and over with my mouth open, just thinking, “Oh my god. I need to be exactly like you, writing wise.”
I’m seriously so proud of myself that I can actually do stuff like this now. My year off (or maybes longer?) has barely started and I’ve already done something productive with my life - learned to cook, and I’ve gotten really good at it.
granted, it’s not actually done yet… but the sauce I made is absolutely fantastic. I’m bragging and don’t even give a fuuuck.
1) So impressed with JGL and Anne Hathaway. I think they stood out as the best actors in the entire movie and I think their talents were really showcased.
2) Was also impressed with Gary Oldman. SIRIUS BLACK.
3) Burn Gorman was in it and I was like, “WHO IS HE?” so loud and then, Torchwood. So much less attractive now.
4) I didn’t like how submissive the people were in regards to Bane. There was no people that rose up to fight against him and barely any other than those who were already with him who chose to join him. (I can’t say that for sure, but it seemed like he just had his original army.) And why were the cops depicted as the good guys and the criminals automatically bad? I’m sure there are cops that would get off in being able to use violence as a control method and criminals who are reformed and would try to redeem themselves in fighting for the greater good.
5) I was pretty sure Catwoman was a lesbian. I wasn’t convinced she was into Batman. I mean, if they did end up together or whatever, that’s fine and she could have fluid sexuality and whatever BUT it just seemed to be unconvincing. I loved her though. She was awesome.
my life right now consists of readjusting to the routine of not having a routine. taking the longer way. planning and being excited about not having a plan. accepting that I’ve been treating good people badly. facing the consequences of treating the wrong people well. wondering about the people who I can’t figure out if I like or not.
my life right now consists of kicks in the ass. big steps to take me where I should’ve been a long time ago. being thankful for the best people. reading good books. trying to keep my head above ground. constant daydreaming. a newer version of something old.
my life right now consists of lord of the rings marathons, sushi making, feeling like a newborn baby after yoga, waiting to leave work, realizing I don’t hate my job, long beach days, wine, good conversation, taking chances with better than desired results, a song of ice and fire, and lazily doing everything I should.
A few beers in, 11 PM, floating in the Dead Sea. Put your ears underwater —- you can still hear the saxophone player down the beach that you never did end up finding that night. Put your ears in the water and listen to the muffled sounds of the saxophone and now listen to the pulse in your ears….
As far as tattoos go, I’m usually not a fan of excessive tattooing. I like a few simple things here and there and I’ve never found the whole “covered in tattoos” thing to be especially enticing. Just because I think every tattoo should mean something and it’s hard for me, so far in my life, to think of so many things that are significant enough for me to tattoo on my body.
Anyways, last weekend I saw a girl with a half-sleeve and it just looked so cool. I don’t want one… but I think I’m just going to DESIGN a half sleeve and then get someone to get it. I’m going to do it of Joss Whedon characters.
I’m really not a big Adele fan but I love the song Chasing Pavements. I feel like it is the soundtrack to my life, except not currently. Me if I was really well dressed and had a job downtown and it was snowing.
I’m having a pretty deep problem with self-assertion.
This year I pretty much “found myself” and realized that I try really hard to make others happy, and sometimes this leads to me being stressed to the point of tears because I cry at EVERYTHING. Anyways, I’m trying really hard to be assertive and only do things that I want to do and to say things that I think need saying.
Anyways, there are times when it’s really hard to stand up to your friends. (I am Neville Longbottom.) No matter how much I need to put myself first to rectify the situation, there’s always that little bit of me that says, “Give in, Katie! You don’t want this person to be angry with you! It might wreck your entire life!” I always, always feel the need to say sorry.
There was a time recently when I didn’t apologize and the situation organically sorted itself out. I felt I had reacted correctly.
Anyways, today I gave in and apologized about something that I shouldn’t have had to apologize for under the ruse of being “the bigger person” and it completely shat all over my face. It left me feeling guilty, selfish and, most of all, angry. I shouldn’t have to feel this way because sometimes I have the right to get what I want. This is why assertiveness is a good thing and I will forever look back on this moment when I feel the urge to say sorry.
Also, you know what I hate about this day and age? How whenever I piss someone off, they fucking tweet about it or some shit. I know I’m blogging about it, so I’m not really that better, but if you’re fighting with me and you tweet like, “I hate dumb bitches who are five foot two and have really disgusting peel all over their back,” IT’S OBVIOUS WHAT YOU’RE DOING.
I am pissed off because Laci Green, one of the most promising young content creators on YouTube, has been forced off the Internet by death threats—apparently driven by her casual use of the word “tranny” in a video she made more than three years ago. (She apologized and even took down the…
Ugh, so true. Laci Green is wonderful and a role model for the feminist and LBGTQ community for promoting safe sex. She is someone who is VERY politically correct and is fully for every kind of rights, as she is queer herself. She said “tranny” in a video four years ago, a word that she doesn’t use anymore and openly apologized for using, and she is receiving death threats. People have been sending her fucking pictures they’ve taken of her apartment, saying they’re going to kill her.
People fuck up, people make mistakes. Don’t fucking try to kill them.
so I’m looking up flights to europe (AHH! getting so close! can’t believe it!) and it seems absolutely obscure that a flight to london from vancouver costs more than a flight to berlin with a layover in london.
my mother seems to be really impressed with herself that she’s going out for dinner tonight. it’s like she’s never gone out for dinner before or has never had friends before - both things that I know for a fact are NOT TRUE.
I called her to say not to make me dinner and she basically went into detail for about twenty minutes about how she isn’t going to be home. I feel a little neglected.