How can family be so wonderful and SO FUCKING INFURIATING at the same time?

Remind me to never go on vacation to a place where I am reminded of something really terrible that happened to me or a family member or a friend because, from what I’ve observed, it doesn’t end up being very relaxing. 

So my boyfriend is coming tomorrow to visit for the weekend and I want to gush about it but I also don’t because I gag when people gush about things like their boyfriends coming to visit (unless they are my friends, in which case, gush away). 

SYH: Heard you got yourself a decent chap?

Me: Haha yeah I guess I did!

SYH: Vancouver men aren’t all bad!

Me: He’s not a Vancouver man!

There’s a girl in my program who looks exactly like Dulcie in Drive Me Crazy.

Why do I have to be such a worrier? Off, brain, off!

So my whole world just opened up and multiplied itself into something new.

When Claire has that awesome all night hang out sesh with her art school classmate and he tells her he’s not gay and she gushes to her mom about it and then friend zones the guy.

I keep having this dream, every few nights, sometimes multiple nights in a row, and I hate it.

It goes like this: My sister and I go to the airport. We have difficulty parking. We go to check in. We change our seats. We get on the plane to New Zealand. The inside of the plane looks like a weird lounge with couches and booths and stuff. We find seats. We get our meals. The plane takes off and heaves all over the place. We’re terrifyingly close to the ground. We have to gain altitude really quickly so the plane doesn’t smash into the mountains. I keep thinking to myself that the other times I’d made this flight it had been so smooth. Now it’s just terrifying. I wake up before we land (or crash). 

Maybe typing it out will exorcise it from my subconscious? 

When your mom tells her lunch table pals that you met a guy on the Internet and they tell her they’ve seen a lot of Lifetime movies about that.