An Age Old Debate.

Harry Potter or Pirates of the Caribbean? Finally finished the book. Told myself I would start girl with the dragon tattoo, but most likely I’m going to reread a David Sedaris book again. #palatecleanser

Was thinking about the age old debate last night of whether I’d rather be a pirate, vampire, or witch. Vampire stays the most badass.

I swear I can hear someone clipping their nails in the distance while writing this.

For the case of being a pirate, living on a boat sounds sick. But, they have no powers, and I could always be a vampire living on a boat. Being a witch is cool and all, but the vampire diaries biased me against them. #BonnieHater.

Also, sorry Harry Potter, No hate, but it’s not very convincing. Like ok sure, he can disarm another wizard, but JK Rowling never made a Damon Salvatore.

Really, I would just want to be Klaus, because he can turn into a wolf whenever he wants AND he’s a vampire. Winning all around.

Full circle, coming back around, I would want to be Klaus and living on a boat. Maybe it would be good to be friends with witches and wizards too so I could reap the benefits at only a small cost (having to hang out with them).

Glad we got to this point together.

Road Tripping (Continued)

7:03 AM. It is so ungodly early. I feel like I could start crying, realistically.

ETA: 5h44

Family argument counter: 2

Phone plan: unsolved

Question for the people.. the twin snake package says one is sour one is sweet. Is this true? Or a marketing scam?? (Speaking of scam, I’ve decided to rewatch Skam.) I would tell you, since I have a pack in my bag, but my palate isn’t developed enough to pick out the difference.

What am I wearing in the car, you ask? Take a guess.

I hope you’re sitting down for this.

If you said my track pants, you were right. Shocker, I know. What can I say? I like to switch it up.

Shoes off in the car is an obvious one, but socks off too? Lmk. Maybe I’ll do one off one on and see how it feels.

Edit: it felt wrong. #SocksOff

I decided (thanks Lola) to carry my castor oil instead of packing it, so it didn’t spill everywhere. Turns out, even carrying it upright in my hand caused a mess. I don’t even know where it leaks from, but both the bottle and my hand were covered in oil. #UnsolvedMysteries #SherlockHolmesing

Another car thought that has been on my mind recently:

I’m done with the Reddit hate.

It is so useful. I will not allow myself to be ashamed anymore. Every time I have a question, I can find the answer on Reddit. I even find answers to questions I hadn’t even thought to ask.

New year, new me, now a Reddit user (publicly).

Also, guess what. If you know me, you have probably bullied me for being one of the last ones standing without unlimited data. While I love separating myself from the herd, a girl can only take so much.

Well, the time has come.

The Willoughby family has unlimited data. You heard me right.

It feels like just yesterday that it was just me (and my family) against the world (surrounding data plans). Oh, how times have changed!

EMAIL UPDATE: Now, I can check my email anywhere, nothing holding me back. My english teacher for next year sent out the book list and My Year of Rest and Relaxation is on there. Didn’t realize he was an incel, but it’s fine.

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Alls quiet on the Canadian front. Updated ETA: T minus 4h45 (suitcases, in hand; winter jacket, left behind).

I’ve decided that I need to reinvent myself for college, so I’m thinking I’ll stop wearing deodorant. I need to separate myself from the herd somehow, especially in such a big school.

I was looking on reddit, and they said creating a name for yourself is one of the most important tools in college. Plus, as they say, no publicity is bad publicity.

Hopefully, if all goes according to plan, my new stench will attract likeminded, nonsheeple individuals.

Sour cream and onion cheese puffs in hand, she signs off.

-Violet

Chipotle

Looking at my phone as Celeste and I waiting for Lola to arrive to Bergen St station, I quietly questioned if we would make it. I could feel the seconds ticking as the chipotle seemed to get further and further away.

Almost as if I could hear the screech of the trains brakes from down below, the clock struck 9:55, and I was ready. Lola emerged gracefully from below the station, and we started to walk. Wind rushing against our faces and through our hair, we set off on the journey ahead.

Not missing an opportunity to struggle opening the door, we finally entered the romantically lit halls of chipotle.

Breathlessly, I ordered a burrito bowl. Too lost in my head to pay attention to the proportions, i was unfocused as I told the man working there my order. Still, in the corner of my eye I could see the overflowing toppings rising, beginning to threaten to escape their tinfoil confines.

Packing down the meal so as to fit into the container, the guy making my bowl handed me the dish of gold. Not letting myself get my hopes up, I paid and we made our way to cobble hill park.

Barely making it there, my hands shaking in anticipation, I cracked open the tinfoil lid. My eyes hadn’t tricked me, it was the most overflowing burrito bowl I had ever seen.