but instead of Epicurus or Plato, I’m basically studying Benedict Cumberbatch, and have found that he REALLY REALLY wants children. All I’m saying is…who is refusing him?!? what nut job woman does not want to carry his spawn? I’m not a fan of having children, far from it…but I would so entirely have his children it’s almost sickening. That is all from my rant of the day.
Sometimes I watch a movie that has like “European guys” or is set in this magical part of Europe, and I find myself longing to go there. Then I remember, I live in fucking London, I’ve visited fucking mainland Europe. Where the fuck are they filming these movies and where are these fucking “European guys” hiding?
There isn’t really much of a point to this post apart from the fact that I just wanted to show my appreciation to my best friend Amanda. Not only does she put up with my neurosis, she adds in her own distinct flavour of crazy. We’re like the Baskin Robbins of crazy. The last few weeks has shown me just how important it is to have a friend like Apanda. She doesn’t just listen to your problems, she puts them into perspective by telling you what kind of insanity she herself has been up to. For example, today I called her in a fit of hysteria because I have a really important exam coming up that could save my grade this year, but true to form, instead of revising I pulled a classic Maryan move and decided to ‘waste’ my morning watching various episodes of iCarly online. Amanda didn’t give me a bullshit pep talk about my “potential” or demand I get back to revision…no…Amanda was true to her form too and instead told me how she had spent her morning watching Spongebob Squarepants online, but she wanted to point out that that is okay too because despite having exams also to revise for, she had learnt what Spongebob’s Latin name was. and that’s important too. Is that not true love?
