Yes. You read that correctly. It’s exactly how it sounds.
I tend to do pretty badly whenever my plans have to be suddenly changed. Like any sort of plan. If I’m planning on making chicken soup for dinner but then forget to buy stock, so I have to make roast instead, I freak out. Well not really, but internally, yes.
I just had what I tend to think of as a ‘Nothing Weekend’. I had no plans to speak of, you know, aside from like cleaning the house and working out and stuff. But no outside plans. In fact, if it wasn’t for little trips to the corner shop across the road from my apartment, best believe I wouldn’t have left the house at all.
If you get this reference, then you too, are watching far too much Gilmore Girls. Take a break, walk outside, call your grandmother. Or… sip coffee in Luke’s Diner, have dinner at the Dragonfly, attend a function hosted by Emily.
Autumn feels like a naturally nostalgic time, don’t you think? Perhaps its all the candles, which remind me of the lengths we had to go as kids to see anything when the power kept going out. Or its the colour orange, the colour that reflects of falling leaves that is so universal wherever you go. Perhaps because, back when I lived in the Southern Hemisphere, my birthday fell in Autumn.
I find the term ‘old friend’ interesting, because it can be open to interpretation – is my friend just an old person? Or is the friendship itself old? In this case anyway it is simply the friendship, unless you consider 23 an old person.
You know I haven’t logged into my post editor in a while when I simply type ‘blog’ into my google search bar and expect it to appear. Suppose the main reason I haven’t logged on is that I went on a holiday, back to South Africa with family, which was amazing. But I’m sure you could guess that.
Is there such a thing? Is it really a problem that I know think in terms of ‘paint’, ‘death drops’ and ‘tucks’? I know it ain’t a problem that I am feeling all the sass that comes with it. I actually finger snapped at my partner yesterday.
The problem with creativity is that you can’t really schedule it. I can write down ‘Write, 3pm, Saturday’ all I want, but if the juices ain’t flowing on Saturday, then they just ain’t flowing.
realise that this title is vague and weird – this is because what I have to talk about is vague and weird. Also – trigger warning – I’m about to talk about an assault/murder that cropped up in Irish news today.