Well, I’ve missed two Mondays now. The first time around I just forgot, and then I got caught up reading a new book, and then yesterday I thought it was Sunday. So, congratulations me. You are completely not on the ball.
As such, I’m going to mention eight notable things instead of four. Sorry in advance, this is gonna be a bit long.
(Aaand no picture this week. Sue me.)
I read Caraval by Stephanie Garber and I really liked it (which, if you remember, is why I forgot to post.) When I read it I thought it was up my alley, and I’m glad I wasn’t disappointed. Because if I had been disappointed, well, that would have sucked. Anyway, I loved the way the book was written. Apparently the prose bothers some people, but I like that kind of purpley-ness.
Need a fake language for your book, or just because? Well, a fake language generator exists. It’s called Vulgar, and it’s so much fun to mess around with.
At first I thought the sound of Paramore’s newest album After Laughter wasn’t really my thing. But then one day I was listening to it again while doing dishes and reevaluating my life, and suddenly I found the lyrics relevant to my life. Like, eerily relevant.
The songs “Pool” and “26” are still my favorite though.
Apparently I have a thing about people looking at my laptop screen over my shoulder. Like, whenever someone passes behind me while I’m on my laptop, I feel the need to hide whatever I’m doing and look at a blank tab or something. Even if I’m typing something like this blog post, which will be public anyway, or homework, which is useless for spying.
So, for future reference, anybody who reads this and meets me in real life: please do not look at my screen. I beg of you.
Times I’ve died inside: x + 1, where x = the number of times the people around me decided to creep up behind me.
My laptop has officially stopped recognizing DVDs. I’m crying inside.
But the day I replace my laptop (aka MY IRREPLACEABLE LIFE BLOOD) over this is the day I eat my socks.
Times I’ve died inside: well, since my laptop is everything essential to my well-being and existence, I’d say about 1,000 times.
I decided to take the “Ash challenge” while playing Pokemon Fire Red again. According to the challenge I have to a) only use Pokemon that Ash caught in the anime, b) catch a pikachu as soon as possible and always keep it in my party, and c) give away any Pokemon that are given to me. I’m thinking about not following this last one, though, because I need a Lapras.
Sometimes I wish I was really into genre fiction. You know, like I wish I was obsessed with medieval fantasy or something like that, because then I’d have a near-constant stream of like items that make me happy.
Alas, it is not so.
I watched a few minutes from the live-action Death Note that Netflix released and almost died inside. And not in a good way.
I’ll get back to you when I actually finish the movie. If I finish the movie.
Times I’ve died inside: you have no idea. And I only saw a few minutes.