I have felt a bit like life’s punching bag lately. Just when I think I’m up, life punches me back down. And that makes me grouchy and also I think life is being a stupidface.
But then J.K. Rowling says that there is an eighth story to Harry Potter and it’s a two part play. And I remember I have Captain Thoughtful and Dobby and that gummi bears are a thing. And that even though things are complicated and frustrating right now, there is hope and love and just a shit – ton of laughter to be had.
I think J.K. Rowling might be my patronus y’all.
I noticed this week that I said “you guys” instead of “y’all” during a group conversation. It was a deeply unsettling realization. Luckily, I will be back in Texas in about a month and am confident that once I eat my first Whataburger my “y’all” will be back in full force. #DontmesswithTexas
We are heading to Roots N Blues N BBQ for the weekend. My thought about that is – Yay!
I am currently sitting in Whole Foods parking lot waiting for it to open (side note, why aren’t you open before 9am Whole Foods? I guess I should just eat McDonald’s for breakfast and have a heart attack. You would like that wouldn’t you? Sorry Whole Foods, I’m a bit hangry. Just open already.) Anyway, I am sitting here in the Whole Foods parking lot, in my used volvo, listening to NPR, and contemplating which salad to buy for lunch and I’m just really worried y’all that I am an accidental hipster. Am I an accidental hipster? All these things seem like hipster things. Is 30 too old to be an accidental hipster? How do I stop it?
Oh! Whole Foods just opened! BYEEEEEEE!
Sorry for the lack of posts this week peeps. To repeat my twitter thought last week: “Shit is bananas.”
That pretty much sums it all up. How are yall?
So, I’m about to start grad school and I am realizing that though I am a Luna Lovegood in most things, when it comes to school, I am a total Hermione Granger.
I have also just realized how much I use Harry Potter references to explain and interpret my life.
There is a birds nest on our front porch. It’s completely uninhabited but I can’t bring myself to disposing of it because it was once someone’s home.
Our puppy Dobby has almost completely destroyed the first toy we ever got him, but I can’t throw it away because it was his first.
This leads me to believe I might be a bit sentimental. And also maybe a hoarder?