Being back at Dunedin. Noticing how gleeful I am after dragging my soul through a Classics lecture (“What evidence can we find about Greek warfare?” “UH UHHH WHAT ABOUT ARTEFACTS?” *facepalm*), when I skip away to a Law class. Wondering why I always sit near the front of lecture theatres (SUCH A NERD WHY).
Spontaneous, unexplained burts of joy. Citalopram is my best friend. Reading that citalopram might reduce premature ejaculation. Sweet.
Getting secret messages from someone via Google search. Dying from the mystery of it all. Hello person! I am happy, and you are awesome.
The Assassin’s Creed: Revelations trailer. Ezio is a big fuzzy bear of death. And then OMG OMG ALTAIR PHANTOMS. AND THAT SONG. THAT SONG YOU GUYS. IT’S ALL SUCH BADASSERY.
Sharing an elevator with a guy who used to work at the CIA.
Being given old friendship bracelets I made when I was 10. I went into business with a friend and while we sold things, looking at some of the ones left over I wonder why. Nonetheless I’m wearing my favourite one in honour of my ambitious youth.
Buying a new computer. More on this later. But no Photoshop = no photos on blog for a while. Woe!
Dir en grey releasing a new album called “Dum spiro spero”, and making me swoon over the Latin (albeit, a Cicero quote!). Whyyy do you do these things to my heart. They might have the odd song that’s wonderfully jarring to listen to, but their songs over the last couple of years blur together. A shame! I’m still loyal to my beloved Diru though – I love the first song off this new album, kyoukotsu no nari. Ack, Kyo, the noises you make. I have my fingers crossed.
Now that we’re all up to date, I solemnly swear to stop being distracted by life and to blog more often. ;D
The average person gets married at 30. I read this on the internet, so it must be true.
This means I have 8 years before society realises something is wrong with me. People with an indifference to relationships are weird and are obvs defective amirite?? I once tried explaining to the pervs on Omegle. They were horrified and didn’t get it. But then again, they were pervs on Omegle.
Plus, when I told them I was fat with frizzy hair and glasses they still insisted that I was hot and wanted noodz… so okay.
It’s not surprising that this plus my neverending cynicism would have people thinking I will be that lonely spinster. I’m not sure marriage would work for me either. Unless it’s with James May, who still doesn’t live with his girlfriend after ten years, and likes girls with small hands. And cats. And once dated a New Zealander. We are so destined for each other… where was I?
This not wanting marriage/kids thing. It’s a lie.
I saw kids today. A fluffy blonde one brushed past my leg and I had to crush the maternal feeling that started pining. See, I just want a job at the Law Commission (…I’m not ambitious) and to be able to buy expensive stuff online. It’s just a fluttering that instructs me otherwise, “ABANDON EVERYTHING FOR VARICOSE VEINS“. I’m not sure that I’d want to have them around me all the time! I just want them as pets, so I could get away with ignoring them when they bore me.
Maybe I could rent kids, and take them to parks. Force them to play musical instruments they hate. Admire their messy artwork. I could be a part-time Tiger Mom. Just three years ago I was indifferent to children – how did this happen?? I can’t imagine how bad it’s going to be when I’m 40 and still woefully undesirable!
Wedding photos on Facebook also make me weak. I think a lot about the hypothetical wedding. I am that girl who goes “window shopping” on Tiffanys’ website. My engagement ring is quite simple by the way (I’m disappointed at my lack of extravagance), and I’ve spent ages trying to pick the cut of a diamond which would best suit me. A princess cut would just emphasise my knobbly fingers, for example.
So, I’m pretty much ready to accept like, any offer at all right now. Especially if you don’t mind cats and minature horses living in our house. Oh – and if you’d be okay with wearing a top hat to the wedding, because that would be dreamy.
I also want an elaborate cakes and pretty flowers and OH MY GOD COLOUR SCHEMES. Can we please have lavender, Mr Future Husband? Lavender and turquoise? Swoon! It’d go so well with white, although I think I’d want The Dress to be slightly creamy, and oh isn’t it divine that Kate Middleton brought back sleeves?? If I ever see the perfect dress I’m buying it as an investment. And if I never get married, I’ll have pretend weddings in my living room (YOU’RE ALL INVITED BTW).
Sometimes I think being FOREVER ALONE is more entertaining than caving to those biological cravings. In fact, this very blog post started off as a journal entry but it just spiralled into irrelevancy until I decided it should go on here instead. Sort of pathetic given how likely a wedding is for me – I’m gonna go stomp on my wedding dreams a little bit more…