I'm in quite a mood.
To cope, I cleaned everything in my house and then cried about how sad my hamster must get all alone in a cage. Then I decided that he will now get to experience life via my pocket. Note to self: purchase pocketed things.
Just watched “The Business of Being Born” and cried EVERY SINGLE TIME a baby was born. And there were a lot of babies born in that movie. Currently wearing mittens indoors and listening to Edge of Glory on repeat. I just want to go to a party where I don’t know anyone and make up fake names and mess with people’s minds. Scholarly Meg has outweighed tumblr Meg as of...
I don't understand technology at all.
When I was listening to my iPod today, I kept staring at it and thinking how are all of the songs inside you? I like to think that there are miniature versions of all my favorite artists who live inside of it. There are wee little bunkbeds and a microphone for them to come up and sing for me when I request. I can’t stop picturing teeny Kanye interacting with the teeny Mormon Tabernacle...
Billy Elliot gave me so many feelings.
There were tears on my face for a good portion of the film. Now I just want to speak in a British accent and join a union and dance and raise children who defy gender stereotypes. HE WAS SO PRECIOUS AND HIS DAD WAS SO PROUD. I want to take you under my wing like Molly Weasley did.
I just want to be by myself and eat an omelette.
Eggs and solitude are all I ever want, let’s be real.
It's a Hard Knock Life
Annie was my favorite movie for a good chunk of my childhood. Besides giving me many new favorite songs to belt, it also led me to romanticize being an orphan. Here I was, a happy 7-year-old from a loving and stable home, claiming that I wished to live in a Great Depression era orphanage. Where things like typhoid and neglect and coal dust and bedbugs abounded. I would make my cousin play...