Awards Season!!!!

Yes, yes indeed I just shouted that. Because I fucking love awards season. And yes, it was necessary to swear. I barely tuned in to the Golden Globes because our damned cable hasn't been installed yet and I assumed we didn't have the proper channel BUT WE DID. Although I missed the red carpet, I quickly caught myself up and gave my amateur opinions on things that do not matter in the grand scheme of the world. But OMG LUCY LIU. Sorry, she just walked on stage to present and I died all over again. Has she no stylist?

Yes, awards season is full of opulence and unnecessary clammering over movies that 10% of the world saw that cost millions to produce staring people who get paid millions to do what they love. But I CAN'T GET ENOUGH.

The dresses. My god the dresses. I would even wear that Lucy Liu monstrosity if given the opportunity.  And I get emotionally wrapped up in acceptance speeches like I've personally experienced the trials and tribulations that these people have. And please, Anne Hathaway. Let's not act like life is hard for you. Above all things, Anne, you can even pull off that haircut. So congratulations, but stop it.

And did we see Bill Clinton? I mean, come on! It doesn't get better.

And now I'm not even paying enough attention to spot my man, Daniel Day Lewis. So forgive my passion-rant about awards season. But JMEOWW and I will be glued to the couch all season. Yes, her too. She is currently sitting on my chest between my face and my laptop. And believe me, she died over J.Lo's dress too.

I am...

Not an official link-up, but I got the inspiration from the delightful Danielle of Sometimes Sweet. 

Reading: Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame-Smith, which was a birthday gift from my boss. She either knows I enjoy vampire stories, or agrees with the rest of my friends that I sometimes resemble Abraham Lincoln (Only with a beard on, they say! One time, I tried on a beard…). This book started off incredibly strong, until about halfway through when my attention started to dwindle. I’ve been “finishing” this book for two weeks now. I’d still love to get through it before I see the movie.

image via ew.com
"I want a baby dragon!"...
"You have one... (points to jmeoww)." 

Watching: Game of Thrones, Season 2. We just finished watching Season 1 earlier this week and I immediately wanted to jump in to Season 2. I keep asking myself why I didn’t start watching it from the beginning. Just kidding, I know why. My original answer was always, “I don’t like period pieces!” To which my friends would reply, “Um, what does that even mean?” It means it looks historical and old-timey to which I say YAWN. Then I saw a picture of Daenerys with BABY DRAGONS and I was sold. I realize the show doesn’t revolve around baby dragons (dragonlettes?), but they were the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I can’t stop talking about how great this show is.

Working on: Being comfortable knowing that I’m happy. What? Right, I know. I’m not sure if this is yet another one of the pitfalls of depression or conditioning as a result of many years of discontent, but everything right now is so foreign to me. I should be happy; I’m finally with the man that I love and having the time of my life. A couple of weekends ago I was driving home from my parents’ house after a really fun weekend, the finale of which was spent splashing around the pool with my 4-year old nephew, and I caught myself reflecting on how enjoyable that was. I couldn’t remember the last time I even swam in my parents’ pool, let alone jump off the diving board and get my hair wet. Genuine, unadulterated fun made me stop and think. Life is wonderful right now and I AM happy, but I can’t help but feel uncomfortable and awkward about it. But, I’m trying. It's a wonderful thing to get used to. And no, this is not a humblebrag.

Anticipating: A phone call from Human Resources. Good or bad. At this point, I don’t even care!

Laughing about: The time a coworker colored his nose orange to make me think he had been eating too many carrots. This was as a result of learning how flamingos obtain their coloration, to which I compared to humans eating too many carrots. Maybe you had to be there. Probably.