Love, J

       Whenever modern shows mention COVID, I get this surrealist feeling, like, it's not supposed to exist in a fictional world. Shameless? The show that thrived on realism and the hardships of life? still doesn't feel right that it has a whole plot line including a very real pandemic. The Bear? Even though not actively showing it, they do mentioned that it happened and how it was difficult to keep the restaurant open, but it doesn't feel right, it feels uncanny.     I think that the reason it feels so wrong, is because these shows are fiction, they're used as an escape, they're not real. We watch shows and movies for entertainment - obviously, so seeing something so real, something that we ourselves had to live through, in a fictional world takes us back to reality, something we don't really look for when watching a piece of media.      Since I'm already on the topic pandemics, recently there's been a case of cholera in Poland. Now, other t...

 So, you know, men *gags*      Misogynistic, sexist, unsolicited-dick-pic-sending pieces of shit. Not "all" men but a man nonetheless. Especially Twitter men - oh boy are they a specific type of fucked up. It's almost hilarious how they think they have some sort of power over you, as if I can't just block them with the push of a button (or touch of a button, ???). "do what I say bitch" dude???? no???? but, alas, I at least deserve to have a bit of fun with them before bidding adieu. This means I mostly reply with sarcastic comments, or question their intentions. Below I'll show a conversation I find particularly funny: and then I blocked him <3      I, a recently turned 20 year old, have been experiencing a bout loneliness after my breakup, so I turned to Tinder, mistake? maybe. I don't have too many stories from there, except that in the span of like two days, I matched with two guys, who ADMITTED to having a LESBIAN FETISH. Now, I'm sure und...

 Well lookey here, someone finally remembered to come back here at the end of the day. Today wasn't all that interesting, did some preparations for my birthday party tomorrow, which mostly means I stood in the kitchen for like 6 hours making the cake. So even though my legs are now in severe pain, I have a pretty good birthday cake, it's pink, and has jam in the centre, so overall I'm pretty excited to eat it.  If mine writing today seem to lack energy, and, well, emotion, that's because I'm tired af. I just wanna sleep, but I know that I'll probably still stay up for God know how long trying to fall asleep. It doesn't help that I've started watching New Girl again, so I'm constantly half distracted by that, but can you blame me??? I can't look away when NICK is on the screen, that would be insanity. I love the slow burn between him and Jess but I might just skip forward to season 2 cause THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER??? ugh, I need them together alrea...

     I won't start this post with a recap of yesterday, I really shouldn't, because there's no way to ignore what happened while I was asleep - the dream. I'm used to having lot's of weird dreams, but I didn't realise this one how twisted this one was until I had woken up, walked downstairs, and started making breakfast. The flashes of that dream kept me wondering, as a often do, what it meant, why would I dream that. Either way, the dream is at follows:     I'm with my family (I'm guessing family but I only really recall interacting with my mother) in some art exhibition in England (once again, I'm guessing, but I had a feeling that's where it was), it seemed like something that had been there forever. It was composed of these arched corridors, like in Hogwarts, and the walls were absolutely filled with pictures of famous British people. Upon entering and seeing a few pictures I called out to someone "If you find the Doctor Whos' let me...

     This blog may or may not have been inspired by the movie Julie and Julia. Whatever the case, it exists, and hopefully will exist for a while. I've tried many different outlets for my emotions - a diary, a private only-for-me twitter account, even arts and crafts, but none have stuck. Okay that's a lie, I still love drawing, but that's not what this is about. Doing this, I also want to focus on the here and now, without dwelling to much on the past.      The title of this blog stems mostly from my experience of living in a dorm for the first time. While I'm sure there's worse roommates out there, I think mine can be pretty annoying. Also, I don't want to burden my friends with my complaints anymore,  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So.... I um... May or may not have forgotten about this. It's been a few weeks. It is now summer, I moved back home until uni ...