Thursday, 17 January 2013
Thoughts on spiders...
I wish all spiders looked like Andrew Garfield. If they did I would gladly allow them in my house. If only...
Monday, 14 January 2013
Uncovering Childhood
I've been really sad recently. Things haven't been going my way at all.
What's that you say? It's only 14 days into the new year and things can't be that bad already?
Bullshit.
Things are bad, and they are continuing to get worse.
When I feel like this I end up retreating into myself and refusing social interactions. I've done just that. But this time I've retreated so far into myself I seem to have gone back to my childhood.
I uncovered the stuffed animals that I used to play with when I was younger (including a stuffed Pikachu). Then I found blankets and cushions that I used to have strewn on my bed from when I made blanket forts regularly. I found the music that I used to listen to in my childhood - which, surprising to some people, include Marilyn Manson and Slipknot because that's the kind of music I always heard my older brother playing. Combined with Disney songs it made for a very odd compilation... And finally I dug out my old video games consoles and proceeded to curl up in my bed surrounded by blankets, and cushions, and stuffed toys, with Pikachu on my lap, Slipknot screaming at me, playing an old Super Mario game, followed by Sims Busting Out, in a HUGE-ASS hoodie, that is at least four sizes too big for me, with a 1-Up mushroom on the front, a giant mug of coffee and a LOT of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.
Tragic, I know... That was my low point. But boy was it fun!
Anyway, when I emerged from this four day long stupor in which I didn't leave my bed for any reason other than to relieve myself or get more coffee and chocolate, I took a much needed shower (seriously, guys, I stank worse than a toilet) and tidied up my room. A bit.
I still wasn't ready to face the world and the people in it however. So when I was putting my childhood toys away after changing my bedding, and I stumbled across all these books that I used to read with my dad as a teeny tot I couldn't resist reading them again.
Oh my.
I had forgotten just how great Fantastic Mr. Fox is! It is a brilliant book, well done Roald, well done. Even though that book is meant for children of Primary School age I still love it. I'm still not sure about watching the movie adaptation yet though. I've been assured it is good, but I don't know... Something about the way that the animals look gives me the heebie jeebies.
Anyway, enough of my inane chatter. That's how I've been so far this year. Not good, I have to say...
Oh well, tomorrow is another day.
What's that you say? It's only 14 days into the new year and things can't be that bad already?
Bullshit.
Things are bad, and they are continuing to get worse.
When I feel like this I end up retreating into myself and refusing social interactions. I've done just that. But this time I've retreated so far into myself I seem to have gone back to my childhood.
I uncovered the stuffed animals that I used to play with when I was younger (including a stuffed Pikachu). Then I found blankets and cushions that I used to have strewn on my bed from when I made blanket forts regularly. I found the music that I used to listen to in my childhood - which, surprising to some people, include Marilyn Manson and Slipknot because that's the kind of music I always heard my older brother playing. Combined with Disney songs it made for a very odd compilation... And finally I dug out my old video games consoles and proceeded to curl up in my bed surrounded by blankets, and cushions, and stuffed toys, with Pikachu on my lap, Slipknot screaming at me, playing an old Super Mario game, followed by Sims Busting Out, in a HUGE-ASS hoodie, that is at least four sizes too big for me, with a 1-Up mushroom on the front, a giant mug of coffee and a LOT of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.
Tragic, I know... That was my low point. But boy was it fun!
Anyway, when I emerged from this four day long stupor in which I didn't leave my bed for any reason other than to relieve myself or get more coffee and chocolate, I took a much needed shower (seriously, guys, I stank worse than a toilet) and tidied up my room. A bit.
I still wasn't ready to face the world and the people in it however. So when I was putting my childhood toys away after changing my bedding, and I stumbled across all these books that I used to read with my dad as a teeny tot I couldn't resist reading them again.
Oh my.
I had forgotten just how great Fantastic Mr. Fox is! It is a brilliant book, well done Roald, well done. Even though that book is meant for children of Primary School age I still love it. I'm still not sure about watching the movie adaptation yet though. I've been assured it is good, but I don't know... Something about the way that the animals look gives me the heebie jeebies.
Anyway, enough of my inane chatter. That's how I've been so far this year. Not good, I have to say...
Oh well, tomorrow is another day.
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