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I started off this post with “well pals it’s been a long time since my last life update,” but then I realized… I haven’t posted any life updates on this blog. What a concept.
Anyway, it’s been never since my last life update, so here’s what I’ve been up to lately:
- skivving off work for a hot second in order to obtain A SOLO TICKET FOR SOLO HARRY STYLES!!! 🌸🌺🌷🌹 I did try to buy multiple tickets at first, but after one failed search, I spooked and switched to searching for a single ticket, which I bought as soon as it appeared on my phone screen. The whole process took like a minute and a half, not counting the 5 minutes before the sale time when I sat there compulsively refreshing my phone, but it felt like I’d just run a marathon. I’ll be seeing him in San Francisco (#BLESSED) and I can’t WAIT to hear my beautiful frog prince son Harry Styles perform! The last time I saw him in concert was at One Direction’s Up All Night Tour in 2012, which is way too long ago. I’m especially looking forward to hearing “Carolina,” “Two Ghosts,” and “Ever Since New York” live.
- listening to Harry Styles on repeat (buy my beautiful child’s album!!!)
- listening to Niall’s “Slow Hands” and the remix of “Despacito” with Justin Bieber on repeat
- skipping my base makeup (!!!)
- watching (and rewatching, and rewatching) Tom Holland’s performance of “Umbrella” by Rihanna for Lip Sync Battle (pls dont judge me)
- watching Skam, that Norwegian teen drama that’s been all over Tumblr. I’m only on Season 1, but I have loved it from the very first episode. Eva is my beautiful, fierce, loving, bravest of braves girl, and I think I’m in love with Noora. (I mean just LOOK at her style.)
WHAT. A. BABE.
Black mini backpack, black blazer with a bit of shoulder padding, black button-up shirt buttoned to the neck, all offset with her true red lipstick!!! Sartorial genius!!!
AN ICON. AN ANGEL.
- reading 8 Minutes Idle by Matt Thorne and honestly kinda loathing it every time I pick it up. I received the ebook for this when I Kickstarted the film project (because I liked Antonia Thomas so much in Misfits), but I find Dan SO unlikeable, and the scenarios he finds himself in get progressively more depraved and seem to serve no purpose in the story. :/
- finishing my reread of Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman, which I started immediately after my first read, because it is that good. (It is hands-down the sexiest book I have ever read in my entire life.🍑) As with my first read, I highlighted a lot of sections in the Kindle app, although this time I was actually unable to export my highlights because I exceeded the publisher limit for exports… probably because I highlighted THIRTY-ONE PAGES of text. That’s 12.1% of the 256-page long book. If that’s not a convincing recommendation I don’t know what is.
- reading The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas and cringing because it’s so accurate and casual in its depiction of the small and large indignities and injustices that people of color face – some groups more than others. While it’s occasionally heavy-handed, 1) some people need systemic racism spelled out for them, and 2) it’s hard not to fall in love with the characters and root for Starr, the Black teenage girl who narrates the story, and for her family and friends and neighbors and white-ass boyfriend. And frankly, it feels really fucking validating to read in print a story that acknowledges just how much white people DON’T GET IT!!! (See the fuck below.)
(Photo by Kevin Banatte for The New York Times)
Reading The Hate U Give as person of color who is not Black is especially interesting because I don’t get all the African American cultural references, but I absolutely recognize Starr’s experiences with code switching, going the fuck off when someone makes comments that have no violent intent but that are still hurtful and racist, wondering if you’re good enough for your white partner in your interracial relationship, and being ride or die for your family. I don’t think I’ll ever feel safe joining a protest, but I can and will continue using my voice to say “Uh, hey, that’s kind of racist” even when it means calling out my family or friends or coworkers. Minority solidarity, y’all.
- trying to wring as much enjoyment as I can out of my life while being stressed from trying to keep house for two adults other than myself
It’s Sunday afternoon and I suppose I should be meal prepping and reviewing my workload and whatnot for the coming week, but instead I’m trying out this pizza dough recipe from Smitten Kitchen, because life is short, and trying to make a heart-shaped pizza for my mom on Mother’s Day is more important than being a model employee, y’know?
(My previous from-scratch attempts have been with this slightly different recipe, but my results have been mediocre, I suspect because I don’t roll my dough out thin enough.)
Here’s to a good week, pals. 🥂