Kicking Writer's Blocks Ass in 2024
A list
This is a really embarrassing list of media moments I can’t stop thinking about and things on mind!
Lorde. Specifically how Lorde and Kyle MacLachlan from Twin Peaks fancams have been showing up on my Tiktok for you page recently. It’s because MacLachlan posted some photos on Instagram recently, recreating some photos Lorde posted like a month ago. Ass up, toes out. I think it's all just a social media promotion for MacLachlan’s new podcast. Whoever his assistant is, we can thank them for the wonderful viral moments to come (Too TMZ? I’m feeling sassy). Also the Jack Antonoff presentation is resurfacing again, I miss 2018 Tumblr. L4 in 2024?
Renee Rapp in Mean Girls (2024) reignited the theater kid in me and now there’s no turning back, I am fourteen again. In some kind of twisted freaky friday situation I can’t stop listening to the musicals of my youth (with my musical renaissance ending about five years ago, so really not a long time ago, however there was no one big culminating event that ended the period, it just slowly faded away, and now it is back- dare I say stronger than the last time). Also been listening to a lot of Glee covers. So yeah, I’m really doing well.
I’ve been doing this new thing where if I’m very bad at something I try it again with effort three times instead of giving up immediately if I don’t get it. For example, my bike was chained to the fence outside my apartment, but I wanted to screw on the new bike light and bell that I got, so I needed to unlock my bike and bring it inside. Anyways the bike lock was stuck, and after about 15 minutes of aggressively and suspiciously jiggling the bike lock I realized it wouldn’t be getting it unlocked this way. So I googled it and decided to get some of that bike car spray thing for getting erosion out of metal. It has a super long red tube that sprays and I can’t remember the name of it. Well this “spray” didn't even work, so I kept googling. I decided then that the problem was frozen water in the lock, and all I had to do was get the key warm and try to jiggle it in the frozen liquid. It worked! And it didn’t get stuck ever again (as of two days post the bike lock incident of 2024).
I’ve been feeling the winter uglies hard and how is a girl supposed to write about things when she feels very bad and looks like Matthew Lillard in Scooby-Doo (2002)? I’m taking my magnetism, wearing my sunscreen, and trying my best, where’s my American dream? The American dream being clear skin, in our working context.
Also thinking about the fact that none of this matters. Brain rot is real and I can’t even begin to explain how bad it is in myself and specifically in people I see around me in college. These people are so dumb. And I’m not like Albet Einstein or Austin Powers or anyone but nobody makes any sense on a serious level. Every lecture feels like Parks and Recreation in the town hall scenes where the people of the town are like these crazy weirdos who complain about everything and the government workers are so absurd themselves however even their absurdity is less absurd than the absurdity of the townspeople. My absurdity is wild to me, but when rivaled against the absurdity of an even further gone, even more abs-t-urd person than me my absurdity is nothing.
PS:
I found a spider in my bedroom the other day, and am currently accepting applications for a gorgeous, intelligent woman to pick up said spiders and bring them outside to be free. Starting salary is all the herbal tea you can drink.