I dress on theme for every movie I watch in cinemas, so I always look like a super fan for every movie I go see. I also typically go with others, and only twice have people dressed up with me, and one of them was Barbenheimer. So I'm in a group AND the only one with themed makeup.

Watched all the Back to the Future films and then watched the new Avatar. At least when BttF recycled its plot, it did so while winking at the camera. Loved the creature designs, the moko, and the signing ('birth' and 'I'm fine/its fine' were the same as NZSL!) I'll wait for the concept art book.

What flavour of 'wrong with me' is it when being asked if I want to join in on optionally cleaning feels like a herculean task? Like, absolutely, yes, I want to see my floor again, but oh my God, no, I do not want to move books to closet. I will instead sit on my bed and attempt to unclench my jaw.

So this wasn't a school bus, but one in Auckland city a few years ago. The driver had the worst road rage I've ever seen. He threatened to shoot the driver in front of him (!!!), and called him a "cuntie". Never heard that as a noun before. Fascinating.

Currently holding a hot water bottle to my abdomen and running my hand under cold water because I managed to burn myself. Goodie. The joys of being a woman.

The perils of being an artist and not a marketer. I'm in the middle of painting fan art for the first time since I took art seriously. Should be a good boost for my exposure, yes? It's not Stranger Things, so no. It's a sketch podcast one (1) person I know listens to. Fun, but God damn.

Found the template of every dating profile.

The feminine urge to risk your own safety by being nice to people.

I may be a little oblivious but I don't think I'll be missing the sun disappearing for 100 years.

Playing Scribblenaughts trained me to use Pinterest. "No, no, no. Scruffy beard! These are all too neat for the character. This isn't scruffy. How about... big? Big beard. Why did that work marginally better?"

I don't have the mental fortitude for a lot of popular hobbies. I know it would introduce me to new people and give me something to do to relax, but I just can't get past the taste of cigarettes.

Nostalgia trip in the Hospice shop. "Whats for dinner?"

October woes: Designing a wizards staff for Halloween and immediately going, "Well, THAT looks like a penis." The goats hoof at the bottom wasn't helping, neither was adding fur to said hoof.

I call out into the void, "Are you not entertained?" The void does not respond. Not in words, but in feeling. It says to me, 'You feel like I should care, that your efforts are wasted on my expanse. You are an ant crying for attention from the sun, yet it is night. Your body shan't be warmed...

You know what's crazy? The amount of people on dating apps that joke about gaslighting people on their profiles. Like, I don't know you. I'm not gonna be the one falling for someone going out of their way to say, "I gaslight people, lol."

I miss when my problems were obvious to an outsider. I still had people judging me for being broken, useless, and "faking" but I could at least point to a physical problem. Now? Not so much. There's a problem, it's just not obvious. Symptoms are frustrating, not sympathetic.

Update: my entire face hurts including my teeth and chin??? Somehow??? Anyway, I don't think I grew out of teething, it's just teeth grew in the way. I will not be elaborating.

I am sick. The entire middle of my face aches. You may send your condolences and any pharmaceuticals you have to my PO box.

One time I was playing geoguesser with my friend and we were wandering around a wee town. We were debating where in the UK it was and ended up guessing England because we had both started unconsciously humming the Wallace and Gromit theme. We were correct.

Yeah yeah, they got an Oscar or whatever, but have they worked with the Muppets? Been on Sesame Street? Tell me when they become cool enough to be karate chopped by Miss Piggy.

Sometimes, the references I make aren't for anyone else. Not everything is about you, you know.

Throwback to the time I finished a show I had been hyperfixating on for months and then immediately watched the teaser for Shrek 5 and cried actual tears because I couldn't handle the psychological damage of both disappointments at once. I don't know what you're talking about, I'm so neurotypical.

Save me. Save me from elaborate plans I don't have the money or energy for but am excitedly planning anyway.

I take ubers sometimes so I get to see all the fancy new cars. Gonna be honest, lads. Door handle technology was good enough as it was. That was not the squeaky wheel that needed the grease. Entering/exiting ubers now feels on par with using someone else's shower.

Sticking my fingers in my ears and yelling, "I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE," is actually self care and very good for me, thank you for asking.

Oh boy, here I go moving again! Wish I didn't have a body that needed housing and upkeep all the damn time. Such is life.

Went to a rich person party. I am not rich. It was comical how stereotypical it was. Group of older men talking about waking up in the wee hours to trade stocks, young person ridiculed for being stressed doing 30 hour days + uni + 2h commute. I even got laughed at for only having traveled to Fiji.

My problem? Any time someone says 'money,' I think they're saying my name. So I'm already paranoid. Now throw in the mix that my flatmate has a dog called Minnie, and the kiwi accent shortens the 'o' in my name until it's an 'i' at least, sometimes disappearing completely. I am on edge.

I don't understand loud people. I really don't. I'm sorry, you don't feel overwhelming shame when people realise you exist? You can be perceived and not feel like you're dying? Ridiculous. Can't be real. Teach me.

When my mum explained periods to me, she forgot to mention the blood or why it happened or really what it was. So the conversation ended up going like this: "You're going to be in a lot of pain once a month." "Are... are you threatening me?"

I see people using masking fluid and talking about how amazing it is (which it is amazing, don't get me wrong). But I never hear them talking about the smell. You open the bottle and get punched in the face with the smell of urine. Just me? #maskingfluid #watercolourproblems #whydoesitsmellsobad

My feet are cold 😠 Whatever God has done this shall be dethroned for this blight against me. No man or beast shall defend against my wrath when my toes are cold under the blanket. Any creature that dares tell me to "put on socks" will die by my hands.

You can't tell me laying down and miming gutting yourself and doing bits about trying to stuff your organs back in and them spilling out again ISNT a fucked up form of meditation. Pulling out my own heart from my chest and making it beat in my hand is self soothing behaviour.

I've always adored words and their definitions. There are a few distinctions that I keep in mind day to day that I find extremely useful. Guilt vs. Shame Assumption vs. Assertion The first keeps interactions with myself in check, and the second keeps interactions with others in check.

Why is no ones bathroom scale working? Last time I weighed myself was about a year ago at the doctors. I've lost weight since. Every time I'm using someone's bathroom and I'm like, "Ooh, a scale! I should finally check!" It doesn't have batteries. I am being forced to live in a world without BMI.

Not to be too boomer on here, but everyone on the bus is on their damn phones. (There was a jumping spider crawling in my hair, on my shoulder, resting patiently on my fingernail, and no one noticed) (I named him Petey) (I love him with all my heart)

My brother once asked me for a quote to put on his dating profile. I gave him "I'm not your fucking dad" from a YouTube skit I was quoting at the time. He didn't get a match for months after that.

Watched Dirty Filthy Love last night. Hit a little too close to home with the obsessions and spirals. Genuinely inspired me to have a shower for the first time in a week and call a friend over to help clear out my depression nest. Great movie, unsettlingly relatable

How do you respond when you play the fool as a jape and people take it seriously? I once called John Cleese Monty Python, as in Montgomery Python, as a joke. People started correcting me. What do you do? Do you get defensive and say you were joking? Do you go, "yeah, I'm a moron." Help. What do.

I love seeing brushstrokes in people's art. It feels like an insight into their process. You can see the layers and how they build up. The motion of the brush. The final touches after everything else. But I hate brushstrokes in my own art. I will not stand for it. It must be smooth. Only smooth

Actual quote from me today: "We live in a society (cringe) that values romantic relationships far greater than it does platonic relationships. Romance over... platonce? Platonce." *edited because I fucking typed it as "platinonic"

Throwback to the time a weta got in my room

Emails occupy a reply speed monopoly on 'anywhere between a text and a carrier pigeon,' and I think that's wonderful

Just saw a limo while I was on the bus. Hate to break it to you, kid, but my vehicle's longer. Get on my level, stooge

To anyone that thinks I know basic internet etiquette, I do not 🥰 Hope this helps

Oh boy, I've got sticky brain again! Roll it across the floor to pick up obsessions and lint!

One time, my science teacher (lovely man, highly entertaining and kind) was teaching us the difference between mitosis and meiosis. He was writing on the board and said, "Mitosis happens in your body, and meiosis happens..." He then spun around and screamed at the class: "IN YA NUTSACK"

I actually had my first "crush" on the bus. I didn't know what it felt like to be attracted to someone. But media told me that it was your heart racing, short breaths, focus on the person, a squeezing in the chest. Turns out he was playing corners with me and physically pressing me into the window.

Once, my bus had a substitute driver who didn't know the route. He went down some streets that were too narrow, and we could hear the sound of metal scratching for 20-30 seconds. Looking out the window, we could see he was s l o w l y scraping against a car parked on the road. He didn't stop. 1/2

We had a bus driver called Simon, who was a notorious liar. He would chat to any kid standing at the front about all of these crazy stories, like how he flipped a bus, and it caught fire, and he had to rescue the people inside. If it was true, I would have been terrified that he was driving us. 1/2