TY: A window into my childhood.

Folk Fest and that guy from High School.

Room-Dweller.

Today in my teenage angst, I join the 30 odd-% of 25 year olds that live with their parents. My parents are really nice people. They re-opened their doors to me when I was 23, when I burned out after eleven semesters of college. After a semester off, they were open to having me stay as I transfered to a college close to home to finish six more semesters of school. Two semesters later I can't even believe I have two years left. Not because it's bad. It's actually so great, but because it's two whole years and I'm learning that 25 year olds aren't meant to live with their parents. That or parents aren't meant to live with their 25 year old kids. I've become somewhat of a room-dweller living with them because I'm a TV addict and they mostly only watch re-runs of the Big Bang Theory while falling asleep on the couch. I don't really want to do that so I watch Netflix alone in my room. I'm over it.

Last month my parents went on vacation. I was so pumped. A whole house to myself! Woo! Plus, during the ridiculously hot days of summer, I could sleep in their room in the basement, saving myself the trouble of falling asleep sweating. They were gone for a day short of two weeks. The whole time I was in this limbo of wanting to enjoy the house to myself and mostly just wanting to watch Monk. The best part about it was that the house stayed pretty clean the whole time because I'm pretty good at taking care of the mess of one. The other best part about it was that I was pretty allowed to walk around in whatever state-of-dress I wanted, because there was no one to be offended by my skin.

The worst part about it was the silence. The worst part of living alone is always the silence. I hugged them both for a long time when they got home and scheduled myself two nights a week to make dinner so I would start feeling like a valuable part of the household. I just appreciate it so much, you know. Like how many 25 year olds like their parents enough to make use of their willingness to take care of them rain or shine? Maybe there's a reverse of that statement too. How many parents are willing to provide food and shelter for their 25 year olds no questions asked? Not that there aren't questions. Oh there are. But that's pretty normal for parents I think.

What makes you beautiful!

Things Thrice.

Today in my teenage angst, I present even more pieces of internet awesome. See, my job and general life, have been sucking the energy out of me and I have no drive to put together anything of significance. Except these link posts because my 'favorites' list, for these posts, keeps getting longer, to the point of needing to post lest the actual post be a billion years long. I have however taken to making video rants during my lunch hours, so look forward to that.  Anyway, here we go.

While I don't actual watch and love Breaking Bad as my sister and father do, these nails show a certain commendable commitment. I.e. They're boss.

Cue my tears. 

Cue my continued tears. 

And keep them coming.

Stepping away from touching inspiration and into awesome inspiration.

Stop motion.

Michael. He's so great.

The Badassification of Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

Hilarious Old Words That Should Still Be Used Today.

Dora in real life. 

Cosby, never getting old.

A capital B Brilliant cover of Call Me Maybe. This is why covers are worth it.

Stanley. I'd like one.

Som Sabadell Flashmob. I'll never get over these. The planning! 

Articles we must read. Things we must change. 

• The Fat Shaming of Kate Upton; or Why I'll never buy the difference between Thinspo and Pro-Ana.
• The War on Teen Vogue: Young Readers Fight for Real Girls.
• Why Lena Dunham's Body Matters (and why it's ridiculous that it does).
• Also a link to watch her film, Tiny Furniture, online.
• PS. She got nominated for 4 Emmy's, for her work on Girls. Go Lena!
• Savannah Dietrich: Victim with a Voice

Read, watch, listen. Be enlightened and learn. For enlightenment and learning will bring us toward betterment. 

Things 2.0.

Today in my teenage angst, I'm taking the easy way out and posting more things. I did nothing this week but sweat - aka work, and no I'm not a labourer - and find interesting things on the internet. Go me. I also finished watching My So Called Life and was sad to see it end. OH! this is a funny story about that.


All of my dad's sisters, five of them, are on facebook. We live in Saskatchewan and they live in Oregon, from where my dad originates. As such most of my development has taken place sans extended family. Anyway, they take the things I post rather seriously, which is endearing, but occasionally also super funny. 


As you can see, my aunt assumed 'mourn city' referred to my actual so-called life. Hahah. That's sad for her. Funny for me. Thank you, Aunt Patty.


Carrying on. Things I want you to see, watch, and listen. 


The Felicity opening for Seasons 3 and 4. It's so stupid. But it never gets old. JJ Abrams wrote this song and decided it was better than the super classy B&W stills opening from S1,2. Sad. But awesome.

Rubik's Cube portraits = Boss.

And

The luckiest 11 year old alive.

While I don't actual engage in the Game of Thrones - any part - I appreciate this break down of it's complexity. 

These babies are so bad ass. And I do mean babies. But also I covet Maisy's hair. Well Lennon's too. 

Share it Maybe? Bessttt. I also utilized the phrase 'Call Me Maybe' via text this week because I thought it was cheeky, but then the friend, whom I texted, said she had just used it in conversation. Oh well.

The Tiger Puppies of Sochi!!! Talk about dying. 

This isn't the original set, but it holds its awesome. These two are ready for anything. Including 

marriage.

The New Yorker Episode of Seinfeld, as analysed by The New Yorker. 

Bad Opinion Generator. Particularly accurate on the first. 

My answer is most definitely no.

Why is Bohemian Rhapsody the strangest and greatest rock song ever made?

And finally, The Happiest Workout on Earth. I went for a ridic long run today and really wish I had gotten to do this instead. 

Happy rest of your weekend!

Things.

Today in my teenage angst, I post a broad list of things I want people to see. While I recognize that a lot of people only read for the sake of pictures, and videos are often a stretch (due to impossibly short
attention spans), I really mean it about the awesome of these things.

This was my pre-teen dream. It's not anymore.



You've probably already seen this. I hope you watch it again. I personally watch it three times daily and my life is better because of it.



Want to get bikini ready? Head to your local department store, purchase a bikini, put it on, revel in your gorgeous self. You, my dear, are good to go! 

This song is regularly jammed to in the car I'm using for the week. 

SARAH AND THE SEED! It's beautiful. Please read it. All of it. 

Magical Song and Dance Numbers from Non-Musicals. Parts 1 and 2. Oh man, I love HelloGiggles. 

I just saw this commercial and cringed at all the offense. Good glory, all the offense. Why yes, I am such a slave to my most basic of urges. 

That will be all. Thank you for watching. And reading. See you again.