mytamesirens asked: 5, 14, and 35 please!
5 — The best birthday I’ve ever had…hmm. Probably my most recent one, my 18th birthday. My favourite people came over and we talked and ate pizza and other shit food and we watched Sherlock and Supernatural, and Sam and David stayed overnight (David left at like, 6 am???) and we were up ALL fucking night, except David fell asleep on my couch like the dumbass he is (you should’ve seen him. I used to have a picture, but the quality was low. I could probably find it on my phone…) We also watched Merlin and we talked about how we came out to our parents (her story was funnier) and we discussed attractive women on Merlin and after David stumbled out the door we cleaned up a bit and ate a little more food and then I got a scarf handmade just for me! And a mug cosy with IOU on it, for Sherlock! Weee!
14 — A vacation… One October my mom and I went to Vancouver and Seattle. We only spent like three days in Vancouver, and the rest of the week (maybe longer) in Seattle. We drove around UBC and went to Commercial Drive. I bought a cool hat and heard these people in a coffee shop having a conversation in like two or three different languages. All of the graffiti we saw in Vancouver (British Columbia) was friendly. Everyone was nice. The fall colours were GORGEOUS. We found this beach that had a sign that said, “This is a nude beach. Please no gawking, ogling, or photography.” Of course it was like 45 degrees out and early morning so there wasn’t anyone except for these two guys walking their adorable dogs. I got some cool pictures. Then we went to Seattle and I got a shirt at Pike Place Market and we saw this kid juggling on the street. It was rather nice. ^-^
35 — Oh sweet fuck, things I wish I could stop doing. That’s a long list. I wish I’d stop lazing around. I wish I’d stop getting freaked out over food. I panic when food’s a few days past expiration, or looks a little weird, or has been left open overnight. I can’t convince myself to eat it no matter what, so food gets left to waste in our fridge quite a bit. I also get panicky at restaurants. I wish I could stop…eating bad food, whether unhealthy or from shitty companies. I wish I could stop getting anxious about whether or not I’m liking or saying the right things, when it comes to fandom and media and all of those isms. Yep.