ok so i just got back from skiing in the most horrendous vicious horror movie-style fucked up weather conditions in the world,
literally the snow was plummeting at full speed with ridiculous wind all up in ma face, i could not see anything
it was like being inside a fucking green screen (but a white one obvs)
my dad was skiing like 1 meter in front of me and yet he could not be seen
it was so retarded
and then when we finally got back down to the village i saw all these people trying to get up to the mountain on the cable car and inside i was like SAVE YOURSELVES FELLOW MORTALS, DON’T DO IT, THIS WORLD IS NOT FOR US
but yeah you can all chill, i’m safe and well in the hotel room now, not dead or anything
ok, so i have a major obsession with suburbs. the way they’re portrayed in films (virgin suicides, donnie darko, life as a house), tv shows (twin peaks, freaks and geeks…desperate housewives, duh), music videos (anything by arcade fire or smashing pumpkins) and books (paper towns). also, i have a major obsession with rookiemag.com (slowly achieving the title of “best website ever” in my mind).
so today, this article pops up on rookie:
Getting Over the Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues
teenage life, suburbia, people observation and good writing? that’s four of my favourite things! YOU GO ROOKIE, FOUR FOR YOU ROOKIE (could that mean girls pun be any worse…nope).
there was a time when i used to draw, write and photograph constantly as naturally as i would breathe. then something happened, i don’t know, but without realising i just lost all the things i’d always pinned as my hobbies and interests. i stopped doing photoshoots and worst of all i stopped writing. and then that evil cycle started, where i’d have moments of a pretentious writer wanting to write again but being too afraid that a lack of practise had now rendered me unable to write even remotely well. well, yesterday i finally got back on track. i put on some music and just made myself write. and it was one of the best things i’ve done in ages.
(and hey, i feel like less of a fraud of a potential english lit student now! i enjoy writing again! take me, cambridge!)