In which Jelly practices having opinions by talking about things she likes and also things she doesn't like, usually in the first person.
Lately I’ve had trouble getting up in the morning.
Not as in I-don’t-want-to-leave-my-pillow-dear-love-of-my-life, but as in I just don’t wake up before noon anymore. Now, one might blame going to bed late, but that would mean taking responsibility for my wild college lifestyle. Instead I’m going to shift responsibility to my alarm. I’ve used my phone alarm all semester, and it has finally reached the point where the alarm sound is background noise. I need a new alarm tone.
Last year, my alarm tone was traumatizing. Occasionally I heard it going off in the back of my mind when it obviously wasn’t, which caused me an unnecessary degree of stress. Even now, if I accidentally play my old tone, I get tense and twitchy, so you can see that picking the right alarm is essential, and not only to get the day off to a good start.
In conclusion, I am accepting any and all suggestions. Much appreciated.
I recently went a full week without my Mactop, and it was not nearly as liberating as I romanticized it would be. It’s become very much a security blanket (or is it a crutch?) to have constant access to all the little conveniences of a computer at my fingertips— e-mail, my online calendar, most of my music, an endless selection of online video, old scripts and stories, notes on notes on notes, and Google. Google is probably the single best thing about the Internet. Who’s that old bald rich guy who supposedly did something important? Ask Google. Where can I possibly find a bagel on such short notice? Google it. Wondering how often giraffes copulate? Google knows.
That devolved quickly. In any case, I was also surprised by what I didn’t miss, most notably tumblr and YouTube. I spend a lot of time on both those websites (I’m not really sure exactly what I’m doing, since I have exactly zero interest in cat videos/gifsets) but when it wasn’t easy to get to them, I lost interest in trying to log on. I feel like that’s an unfortunate reflection on me rather than the websites: I like my art in convenient, travel-sized, easy-access packages.
The Verdict: I’m incredibly lucky to have my laptop (no one saw that coming, I know), and I will not be getting a smart phone any time soon because I’d probably never get off it. Also, do I really need my Facebook following me everywhere I go?
P.S. Parental figures: I promise I do things with my life other than computers.
- Good For Dance: I take a dance class two mornings a week and the skirt just makes it so much more fun. I bet if boys wore them too, more would want to join the class.
- Easy to Add or Remove: Tight jeans are a pain in the butt. And the front. And the ankles. And sometimes around the knees if I haven’t stretched them out yet.
- Classy Casual: Just by putting on a skirt, I feel like I got dressed up. It’s an instant bonus to classiness with minimal effort on my part, unless putting on the skirt makes me realize I haven’t shaved my legs in several… months… (whoever decided leg shaving was a good social standard was WRONG.)
- Self Consciousness: I haven’t worn skirts enough to be confident about their ability to stay where they’re supposed to, so every time someone looks at me a little too long I get all defensive inside and start not-so-subtly checking to see if the back of my skirt flew up over my head without me noticing.
- Maturity: AAAH. I’M GROWING UP. I’M WEARING SKIRTS. I’M ACTING LIKE I’M OLD OR SOMETHING. AAAAH. AAAAAAAAH. AAAAAAAAAAAAH.
- More positives than negatives. I must really like skirts.
Overall Rating: B for the Beginning was Better
“Are you a vegetarian?” I ask, based on the evidence in front of me.
“Because I have this theory that when we die, every animal that we’ve eaten has a chance at eating us back. So if you’re a carnivore and you add up all the animals you’ve eaten—well, that’s a long time in purgatory, being chewed.”
She laughs. “No. I’m just sick of the question.”
I’ve decided to use my tumblr to practice having opinions and making decisions because that’s actually really kind of difficult. Also, I need to write more things and this is a good place to put things where I can (potentially hopefully?) get responses and feedback but no one has to feel obligated to do so because it’s just kind of there and I didn’t send it to anyone in particular. Also, I put a new theme on my tumblr to go with the new title and stuff.
So anyway, after making these fairly easy decisions, the hard part turned out to be deciding what to write about first because that sets the standard for everything to come after. And that decision was relatively agonizing, so I finally decided I just needed to do something and took the cheap, easy way out. Without further ado, I present: Jelly reviews tumblr.
For some stories, it’s easy. The moral of ‘The Three Bears,’ for instance, is ‘Never break into someone else’s house.’ The moral of ‘Snow White’ is ‘Never eat apples.’ The moral of World War I is ‘Never assassinate Archduke Ferdinand.’
Lemony Snicket (The Wide Window)
Words of wisdom.
Personal Information Revealed! Finally finished these while waiting for the little load meter to fill (estimated time remaining is a joke). Sadly, nothing especially juicy, and not nearly enough to merit all the time I took to answer the questions, but in my defense, I procrastinate.
HOW HAVE I NOT FOLLOWED YOU YET WHAT IS GOING ON WHAT I AM SO SORRY I'VE FAILED YOU AAAAAAGH
The reason you haven’t followed me yet is probably that I almost never post anything, although I’m trying to get back into it. I used to blog about books and movies and things before I ragequit and got a completely new blog. I sort of miss the books and movies blogging, not the ragequit. So maybe you followed just in time for a grand Umbrella Renaissance. Or maybe following me won’t change your dash in the least. Life is a bizarre, wonderful, and unpredictable thing.
John Green: What To Do With Your Life (x)
17,000 notes? That’s insane.
(I just imagined a world in which tumblr reblogs could be exchanged for the weird circular baby cheese that Henry eats every day, and then I would have like a lifetime supply of that surprisingly expensive baby cheese. BUT NO.)
This really kind of makes me feel better about life in general, and I’m not really sure why. I’m not even sure there’s a tangible, describable reason why, other than maybe Nerdfighteria.