(As I said, I take my time watching this show), but oh my god. 

Skins broke my heart.

How could they kill Grace? She was probably the sweetest, most genuinely happy and carefree character, who had probably the most love to give. I kinda saw it coming (with how the scenes with Rich were going), but I was hoping I wasn’t right. Skins always leaves the death to the second to the last episode, so I was even hoping this whole shebang at the beginning would save her from being the one killed off at the end. I saw Prof. Blood sitting on the staircase of their trashed house, unmoved and unwilling to continue putting up a fight. I paused it there to go get my blood drawn, and the whole trip I was hoping he was there for other reasons. But when I got home and continued watching,

Kudos to their writers for managing to throw a curveball. Well done, guys, but

Have any of you ever had that weird, too-hard-for-words-to-explain feeling that, in your small circle of friends, you were the one who loved most the idea or that one identity you and your friends share by being in a solid group of friends? So much so that you do everything you can think of to reaffirm that connection you all share by being so annoying as to have countless photos with them, or to mention all their names in albums, photo captions, Twitter updates, etc. to let people know that you guys are, indeed, friends, as if it weren’t obvious from the get-go.

Out for a drink. Having an amazing night. @friend1 @friend2 @friend3 @friend4

Thanks for an awesome, drunken night. I love you guys! @friend1 @friend2 @friend3… @friend999

Ever had any of those kinds of friends in your circle?

Well, I’m that guy in all of my circles of friends. The broken record who just won’t shut up about how awesome the night was with his friends (and then goes on to name them every goddamned time he can), or that overbearing one who just won’t stop taking photos with all his friends (they have to be complete in every photo because how will people know he’s got friends if they’re not in it?), or even the borderline delusional one who has to come up with new, otherwise unimportant ways of solidifying their identity as a group of friends by, for example, giving them a name.

Okay, maybe the last one’s a bit extreme, and I’ve only ever really done that twice in the past, but that kinda gives you an idea as to how clingy I used to be.

Or still am.

Hopefully not :D

The last time I posted anything in the Random Facts section was ten whole months ago, on March 4. So, since I’m still racking my brain for a decent 366 (and since it’s already 12:34 in the morning, thus giving me Sleep as an excuse to delay said post until tomorrow), I figured I’d share a little sumthin’ sumthin’ about myself.

In order to fall asleep, I need all five of my pillows to be in an exact position around me, my huge comforter of a blanket covering the entirety of my pillows and me.

I need to have one of the soft, thinner pillows under my head, a soft, fat pillow against my back, a fluffier, fat pillow for my legs to hug, a long body pillow for my arms to hug, and a small micro-bead pillow for my hands to hold while hugging my body pillow. It’s a really weird arrangement, but if even just one of those pillows is missing from the fray, I’m gonna have the hardest time falling asleep.

One time, my brother took one of them and fell asleep hugging it, rendering it MIA when I was about to go to sleep. I ended up fidgeting around my bed all night, trying so hard to get a right sleeping position. That was a really bad night.

I hate wine, okay. I just hate it. I couldn’t understand how anyone could handle drinking not one, but two bottles of that shit in one night. But after work, while walking down the lobby to pick my ID up from the front desk, the thought of sitting back and relaxing with a glass of wine (or any other type of alcohol, I guess) in hand was just so, so alluring. 

We drove over to the hotel from training, and rightfully so opened up a bottle of wine. White wine. Three glasses later, they popped open a bottle of red wine. People don’t understand how much I hate red wine, but a while ago, oh my god. I cannot even explain it. Lest this turn into some mistakenly-alcoholic rambling, I shall cut it off there and say that I am looking forward to training tomorrow.

Dad and little sister’s joint birthday dinner tomorrow. Not gonna eat all day in preparation for that damned Japanese and Korean buffet. UNF.