I am back. I have returned to grace you all with my virtual presence and blithe comments. (Please, love me anonymous reader. I know you exist!)
Anyway, it has been a rather rough year or so; continuously, life has kicked me in the good places and in various interesting and fun ways. Like, I mean that non-sarcastically. It's actually been a pretty good year, tbh. At least, life-wise. School wise, it's been a fucking nightmare 'cause shit keeps getting more and more complicated, but I'm positive in my ability to finally transfer and get that damn degree everyone keeps talking about. #Determination #Kinda
It's been a few rainy days here in sunny Los Angeles. By this, I mean that it's been fucking pouring. Apparently, El Niño is showing up and I'm just like, "Can someone please about this child? Thanks." I've been in a consistent state of wetness and it's just not fun. I do understand that there's actual damage and people are being hurt and the children or whatever, but we all know that the real important issue here is my hair.
Y'all, having long hair is a bitch. When it decides to rain on the days you're washing your long, luxurious hair, it's even worse cause the fucked up rain is fucking up your beautiful hair. And by "yours" I mean mine, because I have amazing hair and you don't.
Please, get your life together.
Because Los Angeles is not prepared for any sort of rain, ever, we've all collectively lost our shit. Like, buses are consistently rerouted 'cause roads suck; trees are falling down; sidewalks looks like dirty beaches (Shout out to the ghetto beaches!). I am so over this. My hair is a mess, my clothes are a mess, it's cold, life sucks, I need to do math and I can't, and shit is just happening and I'm not sure what it means about the rest of the year. Everything is pouring down and it seems like life's way of saying that shit's going to fucking happen.
It's a little terrifying. Life is happening, y'all. I've had to become an actual adult (I have a job and am serious about my career) but I feel like this rain is an omen about my life (because the world revolves around me, god, pay attention), and this nihilistic attitude I normally live by is starting to both crumble and deepen. It's worrisome.
Or, I could just be being dramatic af, which is totally a possibility.
Mother nature should have taken a plan B pill, forreals.
I blame the republicans, tbh.
Well, anyway, it's totes crunch time, life is calling. I'll most def still occasionally post, especially the book stuff and a few movie reviews. However, they'll most likely be pretty sporadic, tbh.
Love you assholes, and happy new year.