I just finally read Mockingjay and I really wish that I hadn’t
That was the single most soul-crushingly depressing thing I’ve ever read in my life and I can’t even get the satisfaction of crying for twenty minutes like I did at doomsday or after I finished the Deathly Hallows, I just feel so horrible and kind of wish I’d never read that, except it was really beautiful and I would probably have more regrets if I didn’t.
A lot of people have said that book is the weakest of the trilogy, and while I can totally see that from a plot standpoint (and the shortage of my favorite character, which always puts a damper on things), I don’t think I’ve ever read anything with such a powerful impact, which is worth a lot in my books.
I’m going to try and go to sleep now but I just feel like I want to talk about it. There should be a support group or something for fictional trauma like that. I don’t know. There’s just nothing good to hold onto there, it’s sort of like a genie that grants your wishes in the most ironic ways possible.
I haven’t read anything I’ve felt much about in what feels like forever. But nothing that ever made me feel exactly like that. And the more I go back and think on the first two books it only makes it sadder it completely taints everything good and bad and it’s
I can’t believe that just this morning I had no idea what happened in the last book of the series, and I’ve spend the past two years speculating based on the first book but always kind of brushing it off, but no, it was not like anything I could ever have imagined.
I will stop talking now or I will be up all night. I just want someone to wake up so I can talk to them about it.
I’ve decided that since indecision is clearly getting me nowhere, i’m just going to go ahead and start trying to work my way through all this.
This winter I am going to start teaching myself how to code and design, start maintaining a professional website, start on my work for dashcon, and illustrate my mom’s book, finally.
After that maybe I’ll have a better idea of what I want to do. Either way, it’ll be doing something, and once I have a nice looking site set up i’ll feel better about sending my work out and looking for freelance or stuff.
Recently I just feel like I’ve been doing nothing and it’s driving me crazy, I can barely sleep!
Still not over catching fire
I can’t wait to see it again this week
On the other hand I was at SNL tonight (IN THE STUDIO AUDIENCE IT WAS AMAZING) so I haven’t seen The Day of the Doctor- I plan on waking up and watching that bright and early so I can get back on tumblr C:
Though… Maybe I should put it off until later at night, so I can finish work without fear of procrastination…
mfw i think i’m figuring things out
tonight an RA in my dorm hosted a SSBM tournament in the rec room
32 entrants and only 3 of us were girls
the other 2 girls got KO’d in the first round of 16
i went in as kirby silently freaking out and praying that i would at least make it past the first round because i had to do it in the name of womankind
came in 4th overall and took out two of the RA’s hell yeah hELL YEAH HELLY EAH H ELLYEAH
this has been my proudest achievement in this life
I had a free day so I took myself to the MOMA and enjoyed looking at some weird-ass art.
(Best part, hands down, was this 20-something minute experimental film narrating an abusive relationship in which the final line from one man to his boyfriend was “In heaven, Sylvia Plath may have your hand, but here, your ass is mine. *close-up of grope*”
I went to Kinokuniya and got a magazine full of pictures/posters of Ben C, Chris Pine, Hugh Jackman, Jensen Ackles and many others. I don’t understand a word but it’s great.
Now I’m seeing Twelve Years A Slave, alone, like a real winner. I snuck in a 99 cent Arizona iced tea and a giant bag of terra chips, though, and I don’t have to share.
so my dorm had an open mic/coffeehouse night and my roommate and I went down because it seemed like it would be fun and also free coffee
and a ton of people turned out and there were a bunch of brilliant acts, and about 45 minutes in this guy comes up like “i’m gonna do some stand-up,” and we’re all like wow this is pretty ambitious
so his first few jokes get a decent amount of laughs, it’s slightly awkward but he’s doing pretty well, and then he goes
"ok so this next joke is kind of weird but i’m gonna tell it" and proceeds to bestow this gem upon the waiting audience:
"So, my girlfriend and I have gotten pretty serious lately and we’ve gotten to talking- she wants to have kids, but I want to conserve my sperm."
*cue confused giggles and one loud whoop, he keeps going*
"Yeah, i’m saving it up so I can have a good sperm meal in the future."
1 month ago on October 20, 2013 at 09:11pm with 1 note
- Mom: What is that smell? It's horrible! Like a skunk in the middle of the city-
- The rest of the family: Mom! That's weed!
some days i just become hyper-aware of how gross the city is and how it smells really bad and there is trash on the sidewalk and a lot of people who smoke while they walk right in front of you and a ton of assholes and I miss nature and good nature smells and wish I hadn’t so often taken the scent of burning firewood and crunchy leaves for granted
but then some days I listen so some grey fall music and think about hopping the subway all the way up to central park and walking in the grass
and how I could go uptown to a museum with just me and my sketchbook, and walk the dozens of blocks home in the nice chilly air, and I feel lucky and remember why I wanted to come here