if this was the 2nd of december, here’s an incomplete list of everything that happened in the last 3 hours of my life:
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- i accidentally killed a fly that has been trying to make a home in my hair for the better part of the last one hour.
- i also came back from a two-week vacation and spent 36 hours alternating between watching tv on planes and dozing on airport chairs. (i realize that this isn’t something that has happened specifically in the last 180 minutes, but you need context)
- my cats are overjoyed at having my undivided attention again (or like any attention because all they got for the last fourteen days was cat-snacks from the neighbours). i always assumed they were in this for the food but apparently they like me a little too. happiest day of my entire frickin life, thanks.
- i also bathed and submitted to a coding challenge 24 minutes late because i couldn’t figure out how to edit things on my phone, and i drank tea and thought about caramel popcorn and affectionately scolded my cats for growing up while i wasn’t there to see.
- it’s currently 4 am and i have become a night monster. although some people call it jet lag.
- but monster’s cooler. so we go with that.
august seems conveniently far away but also disturbingly just two months ago 01
a lot of things happened in august. the kittens who haunt my front door turned two. 02 i went on vacation and spent the days alternating between reading until my eyes fell off and worrying about the cats outside my house not eating enough. i tried befriending ducks and it was an epic failure™. (but i’m fabulous and consoled myself by the flawless logic of how ducks were supposed to be my enemies anyway. because my beloved cats eat them for dinner and if i ended up loving them both then my life would just be Tragic) i learned to stand in pool water that comes up to my chin and not suffocate under the constant nagging fear that i’m going to FALL DOWN AND DROWN UNDER IT.
so apart from the fact that i still very much cannot swim and i haven’t yet won over the ducks, maybe august was a borderline nice month. sometimes. (i mean,,, it TRIED. points for effort. i’m nice)
Continue reading “august inked on paper (no, i didn’t get the months wrong. i’m just. you know. late)”
july was actually insanely weird.
mostly in that i vaguely recall still being in the first week of it BUT SOMEHOW WE’RE IN AUGUST AND I’M FAILING TIME AGAIN. (#rude)
but also because i very uncharacteristically spent most of it doing other kinds of ignoring-math-assignments shaped stuff that surprisingly DID NOT include reading and/or writing, which is possibly even more shock-inducing than my unkempt foreignness with time.
(AREN’T I FULL OF SURPRISES LIKE THAT)
i maybe one day successfully convinced myself that i’d grown bored of my smol blog looking the same since an entire year and another half and therefore needed to have new and shiny things thrown at it. so i did the throwing. which included creating the new featured image graphics (BECAUSE I’M NOT WASTING CHOCOLATE BY THROWING IT INSTEAD, DARNIT) you probably saw on the rambles section of this otherworldly phenomenon (aka dipped in ink) if you’re nice like that, or didn’t if you’re not. and changing up themes and habitually freaking out over the workings of the universe and such.
Continue reading “july inked on paper (farewell to the month of the ridiculous)”
i shall forever begrudge the simple fact that we don’t currently live in a world ruled by chocolate.
because then we wouldn’t forever be insearch of incredible stuff since it’d technically be handed out on a silver chocolate-made platter. LIFE WOULD BE PERFECT.
(except maybe for the time when we’d wish said universe would have been better off ruled by me instead, BUT SHH. we’re talking about chocolate currently)
january was a slightly ridiculous month wherein the world didn’t allow me to conquer it and the dragons in my backyard decided to burn it down as revenge.
Continue reading “january inked on paper || the perfect bookworm life would be one where all we did was eat books and sleep. WITH CERTAIN CHOCOLATE-FLAVORED OVERLOADS because chocolate is important for survival DARN YOU. (welcome to my world)”
decembers have the habit of being one of the most eventful times of year.
mostly because of all the vacations. vacations are the only times out-of-normal things deem it alright to happen. such as discovering magic inside cupboard spaces or having giants accidentally break open your hotel door and whisk you away to magiclands. or learning swordfighting with pen-shaped gifts from centaurs and going on road trips that shall change your life for the rest of time. discovering water to change the course of civilization. (they never had schools at the time. IT WAS AN ALL-SEASON VACATION. THE LUCKY BEANS) and running away from home and falling into a hole where monsters roam. WHICH ENDS WITH HAVING ALL YOUR BONES EATEN, YOU HEADLESS REVOLUTIONARY. (why are you always so dumb, bob)
Continue reading “december inked on paper || look at me being habitually rebellious and posting december recaps at a time that most other people save for those of the present month. HELLO I AM A REBEL.”
november was such a weird month.
november was crowds and people and dogs and chaos. it was fancy dresses and weddings and basically just a whirlwind of things happening, most of which don’t even make sense anymore.
but i vaguely remember it being fun. i majorly just recall it being disappointing.
although the disappointing part of it can hugely be attributed to the sole mistake the world made of running away too fast. basically, i can’t believe we’re only a month away from 23 AND IT MAJORLY FREAKS ME OUT??
Continue reading “november inked on paper || welcome to the last time we ever get to add 22 to the end of a date. i’m actually very sad.”
if we started a conversation about the kind of month september ended up being, i’d possibly run away into the far, far corners of the haunted woods and never return.
haunted woods are ridiculously fascinating. THERE’S SO MANY SECRETS AND DARKNESS AND FUN. there’s also the slight possibility that you might someday stumble upon hidden underground libraries AND LIVE THERE FOR AN ETERNITY (immortal rooms that let you borrow some of their magic are pretty amazing like that) and return back to overground humanity when the initial question-asker who led TO YOUR UNEARTHLY AMAZING FATE is no more and the names of the months have changed and then you could use all of the fantasy you’ve devoured TO TAKE OVER UNIVERSES AND DECLARE YOUR RULE AS QUEEN, BURNING DOWN OF ALL THE VILLAGES THAT DEEM IT ACCEPTABLE TO DISAGREE WITH YOU.
Continue reading “september inked on paper || WHO THE HELL IS IN CONTROL HERE??? and HOW DARE THEY break my reputation of BEING FABULOUSLY UNPUNCTUAL??? HOW DARE YOU, BOB”
if someone happened to read 366 books in an entire (non-leap) year, would that mean they have successfully defeated the months?? by outnumbering the entirety of the days??
it should right?? because that would be fun and also make time look mortal and possible-to-mess-with. which, honestly?? WOULD BE QUITE PHENOMENAL ACTUALLY!! while also giving us the LONG-AWAITED CHANCE AT REVENGE. fun stuff.
but then there’s also this: if someone read 30 books every month, WOULDN’T THEY HAVE TO EVILLY CACKLE WHILE THEY CONVENIENTLY PROCEEDED TO IGNORE THE REST OF THE UNIVERSE?? and wouldn’t huge HUUUUGE accomplishments such as READING 30 BOOKS IN A MONTH (OHMIGOSH WHAT) seem hugely and unfairly mediocre and simple, every-day stuff??
Continue reading “july inked on paper || wherein the books betrayed me?? ft. talk of defeating time and the universe + ice cream + the general brekker obsession with dark chocolate and maybe ridiculous levels of gushing because i’m obsessed like that”
sometimes the months decide to be ridiculous and fly by you.
it’s the way of the world actually, because it feeds off of evilness like that.
giving you major existential crises sometime around july and the end of the year are it’s greatest reasons for being.
so that’s how you find yourself dreaming of a windy january day (or, like, a scorching hot one, depending on where you live, YOU ALIEN), looking out the window at the ice cream truck (REVERSE THE CONDITIONS OF EVERYTHING IF THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE IS INVOLVED) and worriedly obsessing over the fact that EVERYONE SKIPPED MAY AND NO ONE EVEN SEEMS TO NOTICE.
Continue reading “june inked on paper || wherein all the screaming happened and exams tortured my soul + IT’S SUMMER”
“Sometimes if you tell yourself enough times that something the world believes to be a lie, IS ACTUALLY THE TRUTH, then perhaps you shall end up believing it. But you must remind yourself enough times obviously. THAT IS KEY.”
At least, that’s what they say. And I kind of hate them (better known as ‘people with weird sayings that are obviously lies because they also contradict other people with weird sayings, which is MAYBE the way this world works? BUT YOU CANNOT FOOL ME OKAY #genius) so today we shall try out aforementioned saying that is staring you down at this very second in HUGE BLACK LETTERS DEMANING ATTENTION (look above, folks)
Continue reading “April Inked on Paper || Wherein dragons scream, I devour words and slowly reclaim my title as bookworm extraordinaire (i’ve been living in heaven basically. DON’T SCREAM)”