On the chaos that always comes with moving

Hi new readers and old silent ones!

The blog is being moved right now and things are a bit chaotic, but bear with me and I'll be up to my usual antics in no time.

Until then, I just have to say what the fuck to the mother of the small boy (two, three years old maybe?) on the bus yesterday who let the kid touch my leg without thinking to ask before. I can get that lace tights are as interesting to a small kid as to a lot of grown men, but ask first, or better yet, teach your son that he can't just go around putting his hands on whoever he wants. It's just so blatantly disrespectful. Ugh.

On watching Project Runway obsessively, S12E3

Going through my thesis project today to get it registered, I was struck by how much of an air of panic surrounded it. The written parts almost spell out "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" and I feel a little stressed just reading them. I haven't been able to handle this is a normally-functioning human being in so long, and looking back now I understand how much of a terrible dark well of absolute despair I was by the time this project was finished, and how terrified I was of the prospect of showing it. I kinda want to go back and give myself a hug those last few days. I was probably just a tiny step away from a complete meltdown. I mean, I knew I was freaking out bad, but it's not until now when I've had the mental strength to check out my work that I really understand how bad. Now that everything's registered I feel much calmer, like I've pretty much closed the chapter on this extremely messy spring. Fuck yeah, this calls for some sick beats and a whole lot of high-fiving myself.



Anyways, I know I literally just did last week's episode of Project Runway the day yesterday, but I haven't been able to do this shit without Pony around. We always watch it together, watching it on my own to then comment on it just feels wrong, so we pulled a two episode marathon yesterday. Does two count as a marathon? When does binge-watching turn bad? Also, today's the day Hemingway's coming home, and I'll probably not have much time or opportunity to write anything more in-depth later tonight, so you'll all just have to make do. It'll be worth it though, promise.

On kitty farewells and shrieks

Lazy kitty bed cuddles.

Today was Tara the cat's last day at my place before going back to her own apartment with her owner. It's been both a little rough to have her around as she's a wee bit demanding sometimes, but mostly she's been really sweet. Last night as I was getting ready for bed and was feeling a little lonely, she lay down on my chest and purred me in the face. It's comforting, it really is. As much as I favour dogs, I have a feeling I'm going to miss the little fucker when she's gone. Cleaning up her stuff and getting ready to move - it just feels kinda sad.

On watching Project Runway obsessively, S12E2

Saturday morning, and everyone in the apartment is up on their own at like 7.30 am. What's up with that? Felt surprisingly good though, like I'm full of all this energy I don't know where it came from. A full night's sleep maybe. I should get to bed before midnight more often.

Anywho, I'm doing a review of last week's Project Runway this week, because it's just impossible for it not to be depressing if Pony's not around. Yesterday morning she came back though, and I'm psyched about it. We celebrated today with Project Runway and dancing around in the living room to k-pop. Why change a winning concept? Anywho, moving on.

Bed sheets are fabulous.

On k-pop drinking games part 2 – The aftermath

Yesterday's experimental drinking game worked out pretty well, all things considering. We played for around 45 minutes, got pleasantly buzzed and giggly, and were then distracted by the cat being fluffy and us being hungry, so we ended it there and watched some Community instead. I woke up a bit groggy but not really hungover, and with the knowledge that vodka strawberry milkshakes are like the best thing ever. It was a good test run, even when we occasionally got too distracted by the clothes and cool dancing to remember to drink, but I guess that's what I get for playing with someone equally fascinated by fashion. Also laughing at all the amazingly corny stuff that goes on in these videos takes up a lot of time while playing. It's awesome. Here's looking to round two.

On k-pop drinking games part 1 - The prelude

The Puppy and I devised a K-pop drinking game the other day. You guys want to play? You play by watching k-pop videos and getting wasted. As good a use of any Thursday, if you ask me. Grab any k-pop friendly girls and/or gay guys you know, because drinking alone sounds depressing.

Rules:

Jaejoong approves.

• Every time there's blatant fan service and/or partial nudity, drink.

• Every time there's a cool dance move that makes you go "whoa", drink.

• Every time someone touches their crotch in the video, drink.

• Every time there are fake tattoos and/or fake scars, drink.

• Every time someone does a dramatic hand gesture in front of their face, drink. Bonus points if they clench their fist.

• Every time there's bad or needless English, drink.

• Bonus rule for if you want to get completely hammered: every time your favorite band member is featured, drink.

As far as I can tell this may be the most efficient way of getting drunk since the Pokemon Drinking Board Game that I played with some friends in Uppsala last year. Spoiler alert, we weren't just drunk but stupid drunk in like an hour. I'm guessing this game might produce a similar result, but hey, gotta try it out right?

Early U-KISS stuff is a fucking goldmine for this. Anywho, the plan is to stock up on White Russians and alcoholic strawberry milkshakes and just have a pretty sweet afternoon super-chilled party. Grab your poison, give the game a go, and I'll check in with you guys with or without a hangover tomorrow for a review. Hwanho!

On naive people and thunderstorms

Oh god, I've found the Holy Grail of depressing television - Catfish: The TV show. Desperate people falling for people they've never even skyped with, let alone met, and then having their expectations totally obliterated by this film crew who investigate the online crush and and then arrange a meeting. So. Much. Awkward. The people being fooled are so amazingly naive, they'll make excuses for anything. "Well never mind he sounds like he's 14 over the phone, I know he's the gorgeous model doctor he says he is online!"

 I mean, I've been told I'm a bit of a cynic, but I'd approach anything like this with a (maybe less than) healthy dose of skepticism. I feel a little bad for these people who just want their relationship to be true so much that they're completely oblivious to everything that sounds weird or odd. How desperate for love are they?