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This story takes place in 2009, right after our wedding. I was writing a screenplay in the little house. I wrote it at the kitchen table, or in my old bed with its thrift-store sheets. Or, as anyone who has tried to write anything recently knows, these are the places where I set the stage for writing but instead looked things up online. Some of this could be justified because one of the characters in my screenplay was also trying to make something, a dance, but instead of dancing she looked up dances on YouTube. So, in a way, this procrastination was research.

Miranda July

esquared replied to your chat: me: Melancholia is so boring. I fell asleep after…

Melancholia is a GREAT movie.

Thanks to you Eric, I gave the film another chance. I stand uncorrected. Now give me my 136 minutes back.

me:	Melancholia is so boring. I fell asleep after the first hour or maybe less than that.
Jane:	I hate it. It doesn't make any sense.
me:	I know, right? With all the planets and stuff.
Jane:	It doesn't make any sense because no woman would ever turn down Alexander Skarsgard.
me:	I fell asleep after his character leaves.

¡HALA MADRID!

Real Madrid 2 - 1 Barcelona

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My farewell party was really lovely. Everyone came, brought good food, sang, hugged, and laughed (and cried). They also gave me gifts and cards with neatly arranged, nicely handwritten words.

As much as I enjoyed it though, the idea that it was me that was being honoured kept on coming into my head, and it really irked me. I had never realized how much I hate being the center of attention until tonight. Even writing this post feels odd.

I could only say that it’s good that I don’t celebrate my birthday.

Anonymous asked: When will you get a masters degree?

Never.

Pierce said to me once that “everything on Tumblr feels so disposable.” I didn’t really agree then, but I do now. Once you spend enough time to read and see your old posts, you will too.