I don't know what it is...it might be hormones, but there is something endearing about the handmade. The handmade that is ridiculously childish, unrefined and unpolished. It's like an aversion to everything that is sleek, digitally manipulated and refined. That is not to say I don't have an affection for technology. One can have the extremes of loving film cameras, handwritten notes and antique furniture to watching cartoons on her ipod, emailing silly messages and playing a variety of video games (currently Guitar Hero and Scribblenauts).
Also I find that instead of trying to act older I try to act younger now? I do invite the prospect of being a child again for obvious reasons.
I've also been rewatching "The Science of Sleep," the more I rewatch it the more I grow to love it. When I first watched it I thought it was a bit boring dragged on too much but had some interesting concepts. Now while watching it with its themes of unrequited love and philsophy I can't help but empathise. Plus it has the best quotes."In dreams emotions are overwhelming."
I'm not quite sure of the purpose of this post, maybe to let off some steam. Also I find it strange when people start talking to me about my blog. I don't know you read my blog so I have no idea what you're on about. Frankly you seem pretty ignorant to what I'm writing about anyway. The purpose of comments or feedback is to refer or discuss the subject that has been posted. I don't know why I'm getting so frustrated or annoyed about this, but I am.
I've had a weird day of sitting on cold tiles, singing beatles songs while tearing apart the mesh of chicken wire (I now have a ton of cuts on my fingers).
