Sorry for the delay
I’ve started this a million times, but you guys make me nervous. No, I really just had no idea where to start. So here’s what’s in store. I have a story I want to tell everyone and I thought I would write it while I’m in Florida for the week, but it turns out I have to work and my dad is in the hospital and I keep falling asleep in the sun. So the story will come next week maybe. For now it’ll be a little update.
My hair is short as was decided by Thistle when he told me my long hair, “wasn’t doing anything for me.” I look gayer, chicer and just like my mother. I previously wrote about being heartbroken. That story has been on loop for a few months, but the end is nigh! Probably. I want to hear about the chemical addiction to texting people you shouldn’t. Emma says it’s as serious as all the others. I think I’m getting funnier. I’m always coming up with little lines in my head and then forgetting them, but they do come and that’s what matters. I looked back at my old entries and was honestly in awe of myself. Hilarious. My hiatus from grad school has ended and, truth be told, I’m killing the literal one course I’m taking. It’s good to be reminded that you’re smart, even if it takes a room full of dumb people to do it.
Today, I spent thirteen minutes looking through my story archive from May/June 2022 to remind myself that it really does get better and I won’t always yearn for mid-winter lobotomies or order Taco Bell at 5pm on a Monday.
Thistle and I have started a brand (soon to launch) and despite my complete ignorance, I am in fact, “handling the business side.” I do think my disposition is suited for she-e-o endeavors. It’s just the lack of drive that I’ve got to figure out.
For all those concerned, my dad seems like…..fine? As fine as a fat old man with diabetes and BPD can be. He got emergency back surgery and he keeps calling hospital food “room service,” so I think he’ll stay admitted as long as possible. He thought I flew in to see him, but it was just by stroke of luck that my *spring break* coincided with his little fall. My trip also lined up with the 10-year-anniversary of Springbreakers, my favorite of the Tampa-core canon. Does three make a canon? Magic Mike, Zola and Springbreakers all feel strong enough aesthetically to categorize as such. I wonder if I’ll ever do anything with my masters in film theory. I also wonder if I’ll actually get the degree. The story I want to tell you guys is a good one…The night I became best friends with Michael Imperioli. Stay tuned.