hi im thatu

Everyone knows my personal mission in life is to get everyone to read Diana Wynne Jones’ books and, in the last few years, I managed to get at least ten of my closest friends to read at least two of her books. 

Lately, I’ve been busy making everyone read the whole Chrestomanci series, lending one book after the other and bombarding my friends with my love for every single character in the stories, right?

Anyway, I’m basically alone in town because all my friends went to this beach house for the holidays and here’s what they mailed me this morning:

Never mind me, I just have a twig in my eyes, that’s all. 

I've recently lent a friend my copy of Conrad's Fate:
  • Friend: Why are there so many markers inside the book?
  • Me: Oh, that. I marked all my favorite Christopher/Millie scenes in the book so I can reread them whenever I want; it's been like that since I got the book, like, ages ago. Don't move them.
  • Friend:
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  • Friend (patting me condescendingly on the head): Never grow up.

I think, by now, most of you know that one of my best friends is this 6'3’’ dude who’s really bulky and scary looking but a big crybaby, right? Anyway, the point is, we were playing pokemon at his place today and, like, we bought it together and made our sprites together and we both did girls so I’m like wearing jeans a t-shirt and making it look tomboyish and he just made a black girl named “Gurrrl”, two weeks later we are at his place and he’s like core gaming and breeding and capturing the rare types and finishing the whole game and stuff and he’s like “have you seen how cute I look?” and turns out he slowly turned his character into a kogal and she even wears pinky flashy clothes “cause that’s the gal style, you know?” and he was shocked to learn that the stores change their content from time to time. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE ARE DRESSES I DON’T OWN?? WHY AM I WASTING MONEY ON POKEBALLS?”

People are scared of him on the streets and he just wants to spend his money on a frilly dress.

You know a subject I never find good songs about? The friendzone. But not as in “I’ve been put in the friendzone”, there are tons of those (usually by male artists who’d ever guess). I mean, like, women singing about the men who say have been put there by them. I want songs about how you love someone’s friendship and then they call you shitty for not sleeping with them, I want angry songs about guys who go around telling people they’ve been put on the friendzone when, for starters, you didn’t even know his name. I want sad melodies about how men get to be put in the friendzone and we have to think we are too ugly, too thin, too fat, too unworthy. 

I want women to let the world know just how much it sucks to have people stop talking to you and start calling you names just cause you weren’t attracted to them. I want thousands of songs about this. I want catchy pop tunes and angry punk anthems and I want the lyrics to be stuck on everyone’s head because this is a feeling every woman in the world can relate to.