I was going to waffle on but incase some of you were actually expecting a waffle, I included one. You’re welcome.
In other news, I am home in bed, taking care of myself so this cold doesn’t progress into some sort of plague. I’m definitely one of those people that pushes until they fall over, but in the spirit of adulting and caring more for myself, I’m downing all the vitamin C I can get my hands on with plenty of fluids. I’m tired of feeling exhausted all the time.
Both cats have taken up residence with me in my basement bedroom. Normally it’s just the many fingered fluff ball, Gambit, but today Raven is curled up on the end of my bed too. Wonder if they can tell I’m not feeling well?
My guilty pleasure of late has been watching Kitchen Nightmares. Aside from Gordon Ramsay being hotter than anything flame grilled, I enjoy the transformation process for a lot of the restaurants and the people. What I don’t enjoy is seeing the food hygiene violations and wondering if any of the restaurants I frequent are anything like that. And yes, I am watching episodes while I write this. Which probably explains why its taken me so long.
I had considered a various number of topics to go over for this blog, but this past week (or two) has not exactly stimulated my writing juices. Don’t worry, I’m frustrated by that too.
What did happen was I turned 30, I worked, I finished watching Avatar: The Last Airbender, and I saw Ant Man and The Wasp. Not necessarily in that order.
Turning 30 was interesting. I didn’t really do much on the day, other than get a new tattoo.
I’d never considered how exhausted I was of late until I was laying down, having a needle puncture my skin approximately 50 to 3000 times a minute, and considering taking a nap.
I was lucky enough that earlier this year, when I flew home to Australia, my beautiful mother threw me an early 30th party with friends and family. I think that’s part of the reason I wasn’t too bothered about not doing anything major on the day. The tattoo, dinner with my Canadian fam, and a movie, was a peaceful way to slide into my 30’s, and I’m okay with that.
I am not okay with the after credits scene of Ant Man and The Wasp, or the fact that Avatar: The Last Airbender came to an end. I won’t go into the after credits scene (no spoilers here) but DAYUM, I knew it was good when the whole movie theatre joined me in crying out ‘WHAT THE FUCK?’
As for Avatar… Zuko is my spirit animal and Aang is a precious poppet worth protecting. I so wish I’d had that series as a kid. It was pure and good and contained some of the best character development. It let kids know that being true to yourself and your principles is important, and that doing what’s expected of you is not necessarily the same as doing what’s right.
I will of course be moving on to Avatar: The Legend of Korra, but for now I’m just going to bask in the angst of finishing an amazing series and wishing there was more. And of course, all my screensavers are now variations of Avatar wallpapers, to assist in the transition of not having Aang and Zuko in my life.
…I swear I am a well adjusted fangirl. Promise. x