A Little Flow Of Consciousness

For a while, I tried not to write about the same things and keep my posts different, but the amount of times I’ve wanted to title a post “I’m Back!” makes it really hard. I’m not titling this post “I’m Back”, but that’s exactly what it’s about. Early yesterday morning, I kind of moved back into my dorm. I say “kind of” because I only had a sleeping bag and a suitcase. My parents brought the rest of my stuff back this afternoon. My room currently looks like a tornado ran through it, but that’s tomorrow’s problem. My momma bought me so many snacks—I’m going to be eating so good for the next month. I’ve decided to change my mindset on being back. I’ve had a great couple of days, and I’m not letting anything ruin them! I say that now, but I’ll probably be bitching and moaning tomorrow morning. I want to be like Dua Lipa and have radical optimism going into this semester. Is that how you say it? Do you have radical optimism? Those words are way too big for me to understand. I’m looking forward to my classes this semester. They sound way better than last semester. Hopefully, they’re as good as they sound. Public Speaking? Yippee! Now, I have a couple of things to get off my chest. I really want to be like the DeuxMoi lady. I love gossip and celebrities—I find it so interesting. Now that TikTok is dying (or is it?), I might never have the chance. I don’t think Paul and Gracie are meant to be. I want them to be happy, just not with each other. Also, I don’t understand Mark Zuckerberg. Wouldn’t he tell Trump not to reinstate TikTok? If they’re so buddy-buddy, why wouldn’t Trump try to give his boy some juice over at Meta? I wish Jack Doherty’s house burned down. I know that’s terrible to say, and these fires in Los Angeles were awful, but I hate that little shit. He constantly looks like he’s smelling a bad fart. My momma taught me to spread kindness, but I can’t with someone as terrible as Jack Doherty. I played Roblox all night last night, and it wasn’t Dress-To-Impress. It was a mall-building tycoon game. I really want to post on Instagram again, but I don’t have pictures that aren’t just of me. I really liked the Baskin Robbins “Cookie Monster” ice cream I had today. Red One wasn’t that bad of a movie. People gave it way too much shit—it should’ve been a box office hit. It was entertaining and had Chris Evans. Hot and happy, the way it should be. The Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants might be a girly movie, but it’s fire. Blake Lively, I don’t trust you. Alexis Bledel, where are we with Gilmore Girls? And America Ferrera—why does everyone hate your first name so much right now? Robbie Williams made a movie where he is a CGI monkey doing cocaine and getting handjobs? What the fuck? How is that not bestiality? Where is PETA when you need her? That movie getting greenlit is a miracle. That movie getting a $150 million dollar budget, god must be real! Who knew monkeys did so much coke? I knew bears did, but not the monkeys!  It’s cold as balls outside, and I got a haircut. That’s pretty much all I have to say for now. See you on Wednesday. Happy Monday, everyone!