Jaynellemoe’s Weblog

You know those Armageddon-type, ah-zombie-uprising, omg-its-time-to-quarantine-half-the-population, omg-life-as-we-know-it-is-over movies?

My favourite. genre. ever.

I mean honestly, if I used all the hours I spent rewatching ‘Day after Tomorrow’ doing something else – say learning how to cook or something – I would be quite the master chef, rather than the slacker and master-of-all-lackluster-skills that I am now.

Anyway, what I’m coming around to is that…I have a strange fascination with living life and living it before everything ends. I’m constantly questioning myself about what I want out of it, and that’s perhaps why I’m so anal about where I want to go and what I want to do. For almost 18 years, it’s like I’ve been walking around, repeatedly bumping into walls already weathered by my imprint…actually, 18 years is probably an exaggeration, because I would say I had quite a wholesome childhood, you know, shooting at escaped crickets with bb guns, sleeping in trunks of cars and the like. Now, I’m just constantly fantasizing about being some kick-ass heroine who stops the world from imploding, having a secret ninja life or a vampire boyfriend or something equally implausible.

It’s actually pretty hilarious thinking about how my actual life would look like if it were translated onto the big screen. No doubt it would be one of the huge box office flops. You know, those movies with one, maybe two settings, with people sitting around a table talking philosophy? Perhaps something like Lost in Translation, which was a god awful movie, with the dullest of pallets and the most drone-tastic script. Probably wouldn’t break the bank though, seeing as how most of the movie would just consist of me walking from my room to my computer several times a day.

For all I boast about how I’ll become a free spirit and how I’ll never accept a 9-to-5 job, on a scale of I’ve-conquered-the-world-and-can-die-happy-now to holy-hell-i-suck-at-life, I’m probably tipping off the edge of sucking at life into the abyss of well..having none.

Boo.