whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism because I want an equal chance at a job in the sciences as the guy with equal education sitting next to me. Not a better chance or no chance because I’m a girl. AN EQUAL ONE.

You’re the only person who’s happy when there’s a thunderstorm on a Saturday.

I’ve always been into horror stories. I own at least 30 Stephen King novels and I spent my days as a youngster reading ghost story anthologies. That being said, I hate feeling scared. I can drive myself into pure panic just by walking past a bush in the dark. Such is why I usually refuse to see horror films in the theatre. One of the last horror films I saw in the theatre was Saw and I got so much anxiety that I vomited (joy).

I can enjoy a horror film though if there is a lightness to it at points (such was the case with Resident Evil 2, that was just silliness). That’s the reason why I loved Cabin in the Woods so much. I agreed to see it because it’s Joss Whedon and it was promising a fantastic story but when I first sat down in the theatre I could feel the anxiety building. 

The opening scene quelled any anxiety I had and I was left laughing out loud. This happened many times through the film but with appropriate instances of terror as well (and if you’re squeamish, just cover your eyes like I did). Joss Whedon proves again how awesome he is. Cabin in the Woods has an amazing story for horror lovers and is a truly memorable film (worthy of my $12.50).

I’d recommend this to anyone who would like to see a great horror story but can scare themselves shitless walking near bushes.

So drunk. Ate a whole bag of tostitos worth of nachos with my boyfriend. Watching Trailer Park Boys. Good Friday is right.

I was eating way too much junk after Christmas that I’m watching calories now. I want to eat salads at lunchtime but the only major food sensitivity I have with Crohn’s is lettuce. Stop making healthy eating difficult, body! I’m going to eat a gratuitous amount of cucumbers.

I saw this on Facebook: “Pick up the nearest book to you. Turn to page 45. The first line describes your sex life in 2012.” I thought alright, I have a book within reach, might as well.

Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy page 45:

“…the skyline in scarves of dust and they ate the meat of wild asses shot on the plain.”

So apparently, I will be eating some meat in 2012.