My Yizzouth

I love Breaking Bad so much I’m almost okay with other people liking it (almost).

…I’m not even going to say words. Let’s just say I love druggies. Also, I love how Aaron Paul only gets accepted for roles where he’s some kind of low-life degenerate scum (in society’s eyes, that is. I accept him no matter what <3.)
Best character. Forever and always. I wouldn’t care if the story went to shit (because it’s inevitable, every show I’ve ever loved has gone to shit. Most recently, Lost. Fuck Lost for crushing my hope that for once a show could die without doing the killing itself), I’d keep watching it just for his hilarious reactions to every dangerous situation he’s placed in.

And I just realized I watch enough TV to run a decent TV/movie/review blog. But who reads those? No one. I don’t even want to spend my time-wasting time on reading one, let alone running one. I’ll just continue posting short bursts of maniacal fangirl rage during my traveling off-season.

I should have formally stated that I got accepted to study abroad in France like a month ago. I don’t know what to say about it yet, so I just never thought to post about it. I leave in June, so get pumped for less random shit and more good times on my blog (photos and silly cultural anecdotes! yay!). I’m hoping France will officially filter out this whole bizarre time in my life. France, senior year, move to away for college and start anew. Yes, that’s exactly how I see it. BUTTERFLIES AND RAINBOWS.

Sorry if I seem withdrawn lately. Or drifty, or weird. It’ll all be normal again soon, please wait fo’ it. =D It’s been a really weird year for me. Winter was long. Honestly, it seems like I spent the majority of the time attempting to get my shit together — not grade-wise, academically I’m pretty solid. I’ve just been really out of it. Uninvolved. Apathetic. If I was married, my wife would be bitching that “we never talk anymore”. And I’d be like “I want a divorce”. I’m so good at analogies. To explain myself for when I reflect on this whole weird lazy-dead period, it went like this: I had that post-Japan blues and then it faded into junioritis, which combined with winter for a deadly combination. Then I became a robot to cope with the burden of going through the motions.
Yeah, I want to speed through time. And yet I don’t. Every day I wake up wondering where my youth is and if it’s possible to find it and take it back. My current resolution to my early aging and bitterness is to take more risks, but it’s likely that that’ll just get me killed. I guess I should just open up to people more. I’ve maintained the behavior I developed from my robot-period– I’m really unapproachable and hard to connect with most of the time. I need to stop finding social interaction such a chore, because it’s making me feel like such a bystander in my own age demographic.

Well, I sincerely thank y’all for your patience. Seriously. T-T