On hungry games and gender bending

Going on what could only be construed as a date with your now-exboyfriend kinda feels a little odd. Hemingway's leaving for Hong Kong soon, and while we broke up I still like him as a person and quite like hanging out with him, so I want to be able to do it and at least feel kinda normal. Nine months of history don't just go out the window in a heartbeat. Anywho, we went to see the second installment of the Hunger Games triology (which the movie usher hilariously called the Hungry Games, which made me giggle), and it was pretty good. Not as good as the first movie, but then again the second book wasn't as good as the first one either, so I guess it was to be expected. Also I've gotta say that I wanted pretty much every single item of clothing Effie Trinket wears in that movie. Couture all the way, honey.

I like movies that at least try to deal with mental problems. The way both Katniss and Peeta are haunted by nightmares and panic attacks as a result of post traumatic stress disorder from the games was extremely sad and quite uplifting at the same time. None of this Hollywood strong-characters-don't-flip-out bullshit. Lifting up anxiety disorders like that, by showing that the heroes are affected in very real and serious ways by what they do, is something I really like seeing because it adds depth and believability to the movie as a whole.

I promised Hemingway to let him keep his big suitcase at my place until he moves, but going home with him felt kinda awkward, especially since he met a friend of his at the bus stop. "I'm going to leave this suitcase at a... a friend's house", while true, felt like it was loaded with so much tension for both of us. I was way too tired to even try to make nice, so I kinda just zoned out and hardly acknowledged his friend's existance. I don't want to waste my precious energy on some girl I know I'm never going to talk to again. He thought I was jealous, which wasn't the case at all. It's just a weird situation, and I didn't really know how to handle it. Hanging out makes me a little sad, but at the same time, he wants to spend his last few days with the person he cares the most about here, which is me. I understand that feeling, and because I still care, I'm going to try to do what I can to make his last week a good one. The whole situation is weird, but most breakups are, I guess.

The day in and of itself was a good one. I felt a sudden urge to do something around 1 pm, and ended up going out shopping. I met Pony by chance at Weekday, and she convinced me to buy an awesome pair of pants that I was trying on. Weekday's sizes are rather generous, but I've never in my life been able to buy pants in size Small before. They were almost a little big. I don't know how I feel about that. Then I hit the menswear section at H&M, and found some really nice shirts. Sometimes I wish that I could switch gender temporarily at will if I'd just concentrate hard enough. I'm pretty sure I'd be an attractive guy with a good sense of style - I'd most likely be at least as tall as my brother at 196 cm, with a slim but athletic build and good bone structure. Not to brag or anything, but I think I'd be pretty hot.

Probably not as effortlessly hot as Lee Soo-hyuk, but hell, a girl can dream can't she?