my motto for tomorrow:
get this bitch out!
my motto for tomorrow:
get this bitch out!
had the weirdest most awesome dream that i can’t fully remember but here we go
i was in a movie. both in and watching the movie with my parents, really. the movie had nicole kidman and finn wolfhard in it too. It was a little Harry Potter-ish because there was magic and stuff but we were kind of on the run from this dude who had a fuckbuddy relationship with nicole kidman’s character. he was kind of a like an attractive villain and the whole town kept trying to get away from him by running and hiding and changing the locks on their houses. i think at one time we were in a hotel/mall? anyways, everything came to a head when my parents, myself, finn wolfhard’s character, and a bunch of other children (including one with a unicycle) were hiding down in this basement, and my mother was trying to decide who should hold on to the key to protect us. she thinks about my dad, then finn, but finally decides to give it to me. we wait for a tense while, but nothing happens and we get the all clear that the villain guy is gone/has stopped attacking everyone. it seems like the end of the movie and it’s super confusing because it was never explained why the guy stopped attacking, until finally we read a movie review in the washington post, and the villain was actually finn wolfhard’s character all along. he transfigured himself and led a double life because he never really had a childhood. and my family was so nice and welcoming and willing to protect him, that he decided to stop. and then we had flashback moments where we went through every scene and noticed how whenever the villain was there, finn was not and vice versa, and we went into some deep meta shit. the whole thing ends in a 50s themed diner, with myself and finn wolfhard riding unicycles around.
well this is the last time i’m having my mail forwarded
i get back from MI and they fucking marked my mailbox “vacant” and i haven’t received anything in over a week
i’m tempted to send myself a test letter just to see where it ends up
As I’m finishing up my first year of my Masters in Music Education, we were asked to write and present a “This I Believe” speech. I wanted to share mine with you because I think some people may feel the same way, and because as hard as this was (there were tears), I’m actually proud of this.
just a heads up – I’m in my last week of grad school for the summer and have about a billion and one projects/papers to finish before Friday.
so if y’all see me on here, kindly tell me to get the fuck off tumblr and go back to writing my philosophy paper
see ya on the flip side!
My gallbladder has been bothering me all day today. I can’t wait to get this bitch out.
my prof asked us the other day if we’d ever seen a Monet painting before
when a few of us indicated we had, he then asked what a Monet painting looks like up close, and i responded with “a big ‘ol mess”
and NO ONE got the reference
sometimes self care is a nap, a bottle of hard cider, and a john mulaney special

It’s one of those nights where my brain is so overloaded with ideas and information I need to sleep just to process it all but I can’t sleep because my brain is so overloaded with ideas and information