Friday Favorites: "This is why I can't watch movies in theaters" edition!

     Real talk: I don't even remember what my other favorites were going to be this week, because today Amanda got the Hunger Games: Catching Fire dvd (a day early! I shall not question thy will, Amazon Prime, but merely bask in gratitude) and we watched it pretty much immediately and I cried continuously. You know when you don't get the cap of your water bottle on quite right so it just leaks little by little until suddenly you realize everything's a mess? That was me, leaking tears through the whole damn movie (such metaphor. very writer). I have a really awful headache now, probably from my brain banging on my skull saying "This is FICTIONAL, ya ding-dong. Get it together." But whatever, I get attached to my fictional characters, ok? Anyway, I thought I was doing pretty good holding it together and silent crying with just the occasional melodramatic sob, then my eyes starting burning really bad. So I paused the movie and went to splash some water on my face and THIS HAD HAPPENED.

I stopped laughing long enough to put on a tragic face for you guys. You know, for authenticity. 

     They were not screwing around when they labeled this mascara "high drama," y'all. Those are actual STREAKS of it down my face, like I was guest-starring on the Hills or about to come crawling out of your television to murder you. It was out of control. 

     Anyway, I know this may not seem like the most glowing review of the movie, but it is actually super amazing. I may have cried the whole time (except for the break where I came bursting out of the bathroom cackling hysterically to make everyone look at what was happening on my face), but I'm the kind of weirdo who likes to get all my crying done in one big cathartic sitting. That way when life's getting me down later (or, let's be honest, I see a particularly touching Google Chrome ad), I can handle it because my whole month's supply of tears has already been used. Basic biology, totally how it works. 
     

Happy Thanksgiving!

The purpose of this post is twofold: First, I wanted to just do a quick little post to check in, since I know most of us are going to spend all of Friday recovering from our food comas anyway, so nobody wants to read a big long post about like, studding your ceiling fan or whatever. Second, I wanted to tell you what it's like inside my brain. The other day I woke up to find that at some point during the night I had added to the "Ideas" list I keep on my phone the item "turkey hunger games." I have no idea what that means. I have literally no recollection of adding it to the list at all. Sleepy me had just apparently thought "yes, that's enough information to remind waking-time-me of this perhaps brilliant idea" and left it at that. Hopefully it's not some kind of cryptic warning from a prophetic dream.

So this is a problem.

     Ever since I saw the second Hunger Games movie over the weekend, I've been seeing reminders of it everywhere. For instance, I'm staying in the garage apartment this week so my Grandma can stay in my room while she visits for Thanksgiving. And the shower over here reminds me of a certain scene...(spoilers, I guess? I dunno man, read the books or something).

     Ok, gonna go think about that part and cry now.