Hi, Interwebs! Long time no see. Oh, who am I kidding? Every day too much see. Yup.
Need to lay off a little {read this:: a lot}. Or at least do something useful here. Like, learn about web design or something. But what do I do? I flail about fictional characters. I flail about upcoming movies and new episodes of TV shows. I flail about Keira Knightley's dresses and her perfect face and her perfect acting. I flail about Tom Sturridge having to get a role of William Herondale. I flail about Will Herondale and worry about his fictional fate in advance. And Tessa's. I fall in love with Peeta Mellark all over again and flail about how incredibly good and kind and smart and wonderful he is. And I want to cry because he doesn't exist. Neither does Mr. Darcy. How cruel is that? I flail about everything.
Need to study more. But noooo. Why? Because I'm an addict. I am addicted to fun. And if something's no fun, I won't do it. Won't even look at it. They say the first step towards getting better is admitting you have a problem, right? Riiiiight? Well, here it is. I have a problem. My problem is that economics is boring and that I want to be everything, and I want to be all this at once. Now, where's my cure? And where's my perfect boy? And where's my perfect job and my perfect life?
I like to make jewelry. Jewelry is fun. And allows you to be creative, allows you to play. Yay! But can one live of this? That is the question. One has to be smart about it, if one wants to make a business. And here it is again -- business! No running away from it. Just follows me everywhere. Gave me quite a scare one time I didn't see it lurking behind a nook.
Speaking of nook, what's with captain Hook *SPOILERS for OUaT following to the end of this paragraph* getting all evil all over again on Once Upon a Time? Please, we had enough of this. How can we ship Emma with anyone if you insist on ruining him even before the shipping's properly begun? And there I go again!
I feel like I live in a completely different world, out of this reality. It's like I ran, I ran so far away,
to hide from all the things I didn't like and now I'm trapped, and can't go back. Sort of like Will Donner in Waiting for Forever. I choose to not acknowledge the bad things. But what good can that be?
And so on I could ramble. But I won't. Cause I'm bored with this. So I'll be off to write another post. About most beautiful women. Everyone seems to be making these lists. I like lists. In fact, I love lists. So why shouldn't I? I most certainly shall.
O'cake. Goodbye.
xoxo
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