How come, whenever we see those dramatic book covers on vampire romance novels, the girl always has the bite marks near the bottom of her neck? The fuck is that about? The jugular vein is up way closer to your jaw than it is to your shoulders. BUT I guess it's not sexy, since people don't usually give jaw-hickies. Regardless, that shit bothers me. It is inaccurate. ]: I'm not usually that person, where everything has to be scientifically accurate, but sometimes things that just don't make sense bug me. Vampires: you'd get WAY more blood if you just moved your mouth up two inches. I'm not saying, I'm just saying.
Then again, weird things bother me. This is one my boyfriend will never let me live down: You know that scene in Willy Wonka where they're in the room with the chocolate river and all the edible garden stuff? Well, it has always bothered me that those kids and Willy took about ONE BITE out of everything and then just moved on to the next thing. Growing up for me, you didn't just leave half-eaten shit laying around. So meanwhile, while all the other kids watching the movie were saying, "OMG Wow, I wish I was in that room!" little Kate was saying, "THEY'RE WASTING SO MUCH FOOD! D:"
Clearly, my priorities are out of whack. Good thing I don't curr.
But as far as priorities go, I don't think I'm as bad off as I could be. Since we seem to be in another slew of horrible films (except for Harry Potter—recognized), I have noticed a pattern developing that is sending out some pretty shoddy life messages to children. Now, normally I think kids are pretty smart and can figure out right from wrong with some coaching from their parents, but this is just some superficial nonsense. There are a lot of movies these days where the main character is rejected by their crush at first when said main character is unattractive. Then, they get some sort of makeover or change and suddenly, their crush is all over them. What the hell kind of message is that? CAPTAIN AMERICA, I'm looking at you. #sideeye
Speaking of kids, I miss mine. I had a classroom last summer, where I was a job trainer for 13-17 year olds. Now, I stayed really close with my supervisor/colleagues from that job, so I went back to visit yesterday and it made me super nostalgic. I really like working with teenagers. "But aren't kids brats?!" Well sure, but I've met more bratty adults tbqh. If they respect you, and you respect them, what's the problem? Anyway, since I work at home it was elating to spend time with that many other people that I had missed all at once, and really inspiring. I came home and just wanted to DO stuff. Of course, then I came off of my caramel machiatto high and felt more tired than I had felt in my whole life. And then I got too tired to write.
Inspiration fail!
