Have Mercy.

“Whatever happened to predictability?” 

So as you are all aware, I have an unexplainable love for John Stamos that is ever present in my day to day life. I thought it was about time that I shared with the all mighty blogosphere just where this obsession started. Full House (1987-1995, ABC) really is in a league of its own when it comes to American TV sitcoms. It’s cheesy in all the right places but it has the jokes the parents will like too, making sure that it appeals to every generation of audience. It is the perfect example of TV made for the masses because there’s something in it for everyone.

It tells the touching story of a recently widowed single father, who is joined by his brother in law and his best friend when they move in to help him raise his three young daughters. Over eight seasons the show sees every character return each time and the family evolves through a roller coaster of events and emotions. With a barrel of laughs in every episode this show has become my all time favourite past time and as a result I have had many sessions of binge watching the madness.

Without spoiling it too much, because I do want you all to watch it if you haven’t already, i’ll just say that it really does hit home in terms of reminding me of how i grew up and some of the things me and my siblings got up to. It reminds me that family is the most important thing in life, whether that family is blood or not. Honestly, you will enjoy it from the laughter to the tears and all the kids, parents and dogs.

In my own saga, I have a little update for you all. I have a date next week! Not with the guy I was fawning over, because that would be easy, and it wouldn’t be called a crush now would it? So I have a date, with someone nice who i’ve been talking to for a while. I also go on holiday next week so that’ll be awesome. And then when i come back, i move out of home into central city, (flash reference) haha. So everything’s moving and changing, and i can’t wait. This summer is going to be amazing. Hope you all enjoy it too!

Live long and prosper,

Home Girl, interrupted.

Avengers Assemble

“I still believe in heroes.”

I realise that i’ve been away a while, and it’s just because i’ve been dealing with my own stuff. But hopefully now everything is back on track and heading onwards and upwards. Generally, I like to use the Marvel Universe to describe the relationships I have with other people because of the different features that every character has, and every character, well almost every character, within the Marvel universe mirrors one of my friends.

The thing with The Avengers (Whedon, 2012), is that the team as one works as an ultimate, but it’s made by little pockets of people who are completely different. My friends are like the Avengers in the sense that we all make up ‘the crew’ but that’s not to say we have a sense of community one thousand percent of the time. We have disputes and arguments just like any group of people, but we know that if we fight it means we care. You don’t fight for something you don’t care about.

Something happened last week with a friend that scared me and pushed my anxiety over the edge. It reminded me that we have different opinions on things and that we have to agree to disagree. It was over something we had different views on, and the whole thing got heated and out of hand. This resulted in me having a panic attack and I couldn’t catch my breath. I was crying and crying, and there was just not enough air. This is not the point of this post.

My friend reminds me of Tony Stark because he is a cheeky shit, and he winds me up so much all the time. But without Tony Stark, there would be no Iron Man, and a world without Iron Man isn’t a pretty one. As much as we temporarily fall out and we say things we don’t mean, he really is a hero. He’s my hero for sure, because he’s my best friend/brother from another mother, who has picked me up every time I fall.

My other friends are all their own heroes, and they’re all mine too. My friends are incredible and they inspire me to be the best version of myself every single day. The groups of people we become part of are full of Hulks, Captain Americas, Hawkeyes, Iron Men and Black Widows, but the key is to embrace it, and work together. We all have different views on things but that’s what makes us stronger as a group and we need that to be open and well rounded people.

I really wanted to write this to show appreciation for my friends, and remind people that they should too. Even though we argued, we came through and rose up stronger from it and honestly I don’t know what I would do without these people in my life.

Always tell your Avengers how much they mean to you, because you never know when you’re next going to be in battle.

Live long and prosper,

Home Girl, interrupted.

Apologies.

I’m aware i’ve been slightly MIA during the last week, i’ve just been busy with work and feeling kind of unwell. I’ll be back to posting properly in the next few days hopefully, so watch this space loves.

Live Long and prosper,

Home Girl, interrupted.

Okay.

 

*Warning: This post does have spoilers about the movie and the book*

‘That’s a thing about pain. It demands to be felt.’

There’s not enough I can say about The Fault in our Stars (Boone, 2014) that would give it the justice it deserves. This one was always going to be a hard one to write, but I decided it wasn’t worth avoiding anymore.

This film, (and the book), tell a story that isn’t just unique to one person, and it is done beautifully. One thing is for sure, Cancer sucks. What people often forget is that just because someone has an illness, terminal or otherwise, doesn’t mean they’re any different to how they were. As my aunt always told me, ‘They just get tired quicker, that’s all.’ In terms of character deaths, there is no other that is ever going to be as heart wrenching to any John Green fan as that of Augustus Waters. The pain I felt watching his health get worse and worse was truly unreasonable. Unreasonable because how invested must one become in the life of a fictional character, to mourn their death as if it were a real person?

But that is why my dear friends, this book is so genius. Augustus Waters was real. He exists within you and I, and within the lady on the bus, or the man at the grocery store. If we do not aspire to do greatly or be remembered in our lives, then what are we really living for? His inability to be mundane is what the human race strives for, and unfortunately along with many other terminal and non terminal illnesses, our own bodies and minds try and tear us apart sometimes. As more and more people are being diagnosed with cancer and other illnesses everyday, we are also closer to finding a cure each day, and that is an achievement in itself.

For those of you who are going through things in your life, and everyone is going through something, whether it be big or small, you are not a burden. Always be kind to one another, as you don’t know what is hidden behind a smile. If no one has reminded you today, you are important, and I care about you. Too many people go the length of their lives never knowing how much they are worth because no one ever took the time to tell them. You are worth more than the sun and the sky and the stars above, and I hope you always remember that. You are not a grenade.

You don’t need to push yourself away because you think you’re hurting people, or for their protection. As Augustus Waters would say, pain demands to be felt. Feel it, embrace it, and let others help you ease it.

Live long and prosper,

Home Girl, interrupted.

 

Oxfords, not Brogues

‘Now, my point is that the lack of a silver spoon has set you on a certain path that you needn’t stay on. If you’re prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform.’

Whilst I don’t have a Colin Firth to teach me the ways of the Kingsman, I do have the next best thing, myself. This is not a sign of narcissism or the branches of vanity starting to overshadow, it is simply the realisation that I am my most valued ally.

Kingsman: The Secret Service (Vaughn, 2015) is a movie that I can watch time and time again, it’s just that good. If it wasn’t clear, my love for films has informed the way I live my life and I learn more from films than I do from any other aspect of my life. As someone with an anxiety disorder, this film is a massive contribution to the way my perspective has changed in the last year. January 2015, I was afraid of everything, and I believed that I was only useful for one thing, which was to help other people enrich their own lives. While this was rewarding in itself, it took me a whole year of watching this film many times to realise that I have yet to make something incredible of myself. It’s OK to help other people, it’s the helping yourself which is hard work.

Some people have the fortunate luck of being able to go out into the world and do whatever they choose to do because they always have the means to make it happen. Like me, not everyone has that option. But that doesn’t mean you can’t make the opportunities for yourself. I now live everyday to the most of what it can be, whilst still winning the battle in my mind. I’m on my way to being the best Kingsman Agent I can be.

It’s not within our best interests to fall short of our own potential, or to settle for anything less than we work for. But good things come to those who work hard, not to those sit around waiting for it to be handed to them. In the long run, yes there are testing times and trying moments that really do work us to the limit, but the rewards that we reap for the hard grafting we put in is all worth it in the end. Confidence and determination are two things I hope this post instills in anyone who comes across it, because the suit is the modern gentleman’s armour. The Kingsmen are the new knights. Now is the time to be the best Kingsman you can be.

Live long and prosper.

Home Girl, interrupted.

And Hell is just a Sauna

‘Secondly, don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want. Go for it.’ 

It’s just gone midnight here, and i’m awake pondering the reasons why my life doesn’t resemble a golden age teen flick. Where is my high school sweetheart holding a boom box outside my window? Or my Patrick Verona just being absolutely fricking perfect? I don’t hesitate on the thought of wanting my life, especially my love life, to arrive at a happily ever after. But back in the real world, of course things are not that easy.

Whilst my own saga is bound to continue behind the scenes, on which you will get regular updates don’t worry, I would just like to talk about the original love story of my childhood for a minute. 10 Things I Hate about You (Junger, 1999) is absolute perfection for all the right reasons that aren’t just Heath Ledger. I think I was around ten or eleven when I first saw this film, and that was about seven years after it was released. I fell in love with it immediately. I’m aware the original story comes from Shakespeare’s tale of The Taming of the Shrew, but this modern day adaption is truly timeless. It’s witty and emotional in all the right places, and it counts as a classic must see. It always taught me that i’m not second best to anyone, and I shouldn’t settle. Let it teach you too, sometimes people need reminding that they are good enough and they shouldn’t have to settle for anything less than they want or deserve.

With films that are my favourites, like The Breakfast Club or The Lost Boys, and obviously this, I always assume people have seen them because I know them line by line. If that is not the case, which may well be possible, do one thing in the next few days and watch this film. You will laugh, and maybe cry but it’s all worth it in the end. Trust me.

Until next time, when the love story of my own is updated.

Live long and prosper,

Home Girl, interrupted.

Bi-Curious & The Virgin

‘Exactly. You root for them, you love them, so when they are brutally murdered, it hurts.’

No this is not a horror blog, although it could be depending on which way you look at it. This is just an outlet of things that happen in my own crazy, screwed up world and my attempt at trying to figure them out. Let me know if you get any light bulb moments, I could do with the extra… help?

Today in the world of a slightly insane, almost-adult, the day was spent telling people about the newest TV series I just finished watching (with my brother, who is sat here and wanted me to say ‘hi internet…’) So this new show has just released its second season on Netflix and it seems to be hitting the cliffhanger nail on the head. Unlike my own life full of Kardashian obsessors and Trump worshippers, Scream (MTV, 2015) has created characters that you actually care about. Noah Foster, (John Karna) and Audrey Jensen (Bex Taylor-Klaus) are among those I wish I was truly friends with. Although I can’t knock my own group of friends because they are some of the greatest (and most insane) people i’ve ever met, a certain air of sophistication follows around the special friendship that these two have.

My point is, MAKE GOOD FRIENDS, because these are the people that will stick with you through mass murders and/or mass deadlines, whichever one you’re most likely to be part of. Let’s hope deadlines aren’t that mind altering for you. Also this post is about an above average, slightly more than decent TV show that you could watch if you have a couple dozen hours spare.

DISCLAIMER: I’m not responsible for any nightmares.

I know this is a bit of a strange first post, but it’s just something to break the ice. If you found it boring, welp. But in all my fits of anonymous anger, sadness and despair I shall inform you with all the gory details. In the mean time, do something you’ll remember for a lifetime.

Live long and prosper,

Home Girl, interrupted.