I’ve written about 15 different explanations as to why I’ve been so terrible at blogging lately, and they all sound like bullshit excuses, so I’m just going to dive right in and say that I’ve been full-on lazy these past few months. I’d like to blame it all on the fact that I’ve been exceptionally busy, but apart from moving house, my life has pretty much just consisted of work and sleep – so much sleep.
Am I old now? Is that what happened? I got old didn’t I? All I want to do is sleep ALL THE TIME. I’m looking back over the last few months, trying to decide whether I’ve actually just been hibernating – it seems like the only logical explanation. However I still feel exhausted, so I am evidently terrible at this hibernation thing.
I was planning on writing some sort of epic update for you guys, but 1) I have a terrible memory at the moment, and 2) I haven’t really been up to anything particularly interesting, so I took a page out of Princess Deia’s book and have put together a ‘currently’ list so that it looks like I’ve actually had some sort of life.
So Netflix is about the only thing I have managed to keep up with this year.
I worked my way through a new show called Santa Clarita Diet, which was surprisingly watchable. It stars Drew Barrymore, who is adorable AND hilarious, and Timmy Olyphant who is absolutely swoon-worthy. They live an exceptionally ordinary life in the suburbs until Barymores character randomly becomes a zombie, which they don’t particularly explain, but yeah – both their lives get pretty fucked up.
It’s a bit mental, very absurd, and stupidly gory, not to mention crude – I vaguely recall a pretty lengthy conversation about eating someone’s balls. As you can imagine, it’s totally not for everyone, but it was definitely for me.
Continuing with the Comedy series, I also binge watched two seasons of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend – I got a little addicted. I can only describe it as a Romcom gone kinda wrong, with musical numbers thrown in for good measure – totally not my thing on paper, but the songs were themed and cheesy in the best way. There was one particular tune about Heavy Boobs which I’m relatively sure was written about me.
The show follows the life of Rebecca Bunch, a depressed lawyer who bumps into her childhood sweetheart and decides to uproot her life and follow him across the States – without his knowledge. She’s absolutely mental, and yet, kind of relatable, in a ‘I totally think about doing stuff like that sometimes but I know it’s morally wrong and I could get arrested’ kind of way. Unfortunately the second season didn’t live up to the first, but I still had to stick it out till the end.
Up until yesterday, I’d not finished a single book this year. Christmas brought me a copy of Treasure Island, and with my slight obsession with Black Sails, I thought it would be worth a re-read. Unfortunately, I forgot that I’ve heard this story SO many times in the past, that I’m actually finding it a little boring. Is that blasphemy? Probably. But it’s taken me months to get half way through the novel. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard?
In contrast, I digested Looking For Alaska by John Green quite nicely. I only picked it up on World Book Day – I made it my mission to start a new novel – and I’ve already finished it. I love Green’s writing style, it’s so easy to follow – almost like you’re just sat listening to someone telling their life story. I didn’t think it was as good as some of the other books that Green has written, mainly because it was a little predictable, but it held my interest until the very end.
I don’t think I’ve turned my Xbox on since Christmas – that’s how little I’ve gamed this year – but I haven’t ruled them out completely. I’ve been getting my fix from Pokemon Go. I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed with the game, but I have been known to leave my house in the early hours of the morning, still wearing PJ’s, just so that I can catch a Pokemon missing from my Pokedex. I just want to be the very best, like no one ever was – is that too much to ask?
Ok, so last month I decided that I wanted to go to a music festival abroad, then Jess and I (Jess is my boyfriend. Yes I have a boyfriend now. No you aren’t the only person who thought I’d be single forever) found one in Belgium called Rock Wertcher that has THE most amazing line-up; Foo Fighters, Radiohead, Arcade Fire, Linkin Park, System of a Down, Blink 182, Jimmy Eat World – to name a few. So we bought tickets, and I’ve been obsessively listening to all the bands announced ever since, especially Linkin Park. Has anyone heard their new stuff yet? – what the..
The last few months may have been a little uninspiring, yes, but I have a lot coming up to look forward too – and also, I just remembered that I went to Harry Potter Studios, and that was freaking awesome. I’ll do a separate post about that later this month. Anyway – the aforementioned Rock Wertcher festival is in June, then I am off to Wyoming at the end of August to explore Yellowstone, and come September I’ll be puking my guts up in Munich at Oktoberfest. ALL THE THINGS! I have no idea how I am going to pay for all of this, but that’s what credit cards are for right?
Without sounding too cliche and boring, I am ridiculously in love with love right now. Doesn’t that just make you want to puke? Believe me, I’m the same.
You see, after a few of your relationships fail quite epicly, you kind of resign yourself to the fact that you’re probably going to be alone for the rest of your life, and in fact – you embrace it. You get to concentrate on yourself and it’s refreshing. And then you become this massively independent person, and it feels even more amazing. But you do kind of forget what love is. So when you find it again, it’s bloody intense. And that’s where I am right now – In love with pretty much the best person I’ve ever met. And yeah, i’m scared, but I’m also insanely grateful.
I’m kind of a mixed up bag of everything right now. Excited is probably the most prominent because I have a whole year ahead of me, and who know’s what’s going to happen – but at the same time, that makes me kind of nervous. I mean I get nervous when I’m not living my life to it’s fullest, and I only have a minute amount of things planned for the next 10 months, which in turn makes me a little worried because – what if I can’t afford to take advantage of all the opportunities that may arise. But then there’s this little nagging rebel in the back of my head who is like ‘screw everything and everyone and do what you like ALL the time’. I like the little rebel.