Too Many Things that I find in my Camera Roll.

When I got a new phone, you bet your first world problematic ass that I went for the 32GB upgrade. I mean, doesn't GB stand for "Gold, bitches!!!" (Christelle note: I know GB stands for gigabytes; I'm not an idiot. I was trying to be relatable in that, "I'm real y'all I call people 'bitches' and 'y'all' because I'm a person that's updated with the lingo, bae. Also, people shouldn't be called bitches, but for some reason calling people bitches makes them more approachable-ish. Just based on my personal observations. Of the characters in millennium-era teen movies.)

Okay, I take the "bitches" thing back because I feel incredibly uncomfortable even as I type this.  The point I was trying to make is that memory space on  a phone is precious, and despite having 32 gigs of it, there is still never "enough storage space" (DAMN THAT POP-UP!) for me to record a video of  Sir Paw McCartney hiccuping as he rolls over for me to rub his belly (IT WAS ADORABLE! Damn you, lack of storage space!) At this point, the only sensible thing to do is that thing of pointless browsing through my phone's photo albums  and systematically deleting the pictures that  a) have already been uploaded, b) have at least 10 other exact photos due to a photoshoot session with a trigger-happy photographer, and c) probably exist on Facebook or Instagram already.

And I found a crap-ton of random pictures. Seriously, go through your phone.  I encourage everyone to cleanse their camera rolls and time travel to moments you forgot you felt the need to capture.  In honor of these finds, I present to you When Was This Wednesday (#WhenWasThisWednesday #WWTW), a spinoff of Throwback Thursday during which I have no idea when certain pictures were taken and I can't help but think, "When the hell was this?"

Ideally, some of these mysteries would be solved-- perhaps friends can provide any information they have or clues from said-photos could reveal more contextualization  for each #WWTW, but it's mostly just stuff I need to upload somewhere so that I can delete it.  That works too.

Alright, first #WhenWasThisWednesday #WWTW photo! I'm definitely wearing Gryffindor robes in this picture. 

-Love, Christelle x

Too Many Things that should've been written about since January, but haven't.

You know what? Keeping a blog is hard. Committing to weekly updates of uninteresting life musings colored with potentially humorous and profound opinions is hard. Saying I'm going to do something and actually following through is hard-- even though I am 24 years old and should be following through on, like, every-freaking-thing adults say they're going to do already. What. The. Hell.

Dylan O Brien is that goober I would've snuck into my bedroom as a teenager. His face haunts my dreams.

You know what's not hard? Binge-watching five seasons of NBC's Parenthood on Netflix. Getting lost by yourself in Seattle. Cheating your No-Carb Diet and ordering a medium pizza for yourself. Waiting in line for four hours to see a preview screening of The Maze Runner and end up looking Dylan O Brien in the twinkling, mischievious eyes as you ask him a question about his character and the human condition just to have him tell you, "You're amazing." (The ability to breathe properly afterwards, however, falls into the Hard category.)

Here is a list of some Non-Hard things that I have done that I should've/could've written about instead of keeping up with this blog:

• Bought a Blu-ray player.
• Adopted a puppy named Sir Paw McCartney.
• Turned 24 years old.
• Grown my hair out so long that my ponytails now qualify as "Awesome".
• Comic-Con 2014.
• So. Much. Television.
• Disneyland is so much better with a discount.

My theory for my blog-fail: Even the enjoyable things turn into a chore once any semblance of obligation tarnishes the shiny excitement of a supposed-to-be-fun hobby. Like, if someone forced or guilted me into going to Disneyland with them every week, the Happiest Place on Earth would become my Most Dreaded Place on Earth. Is this a personal issue? Am I a commitment-phobe? No. I don't think so. I'm extremely committed to Arrow as the best action hour of network television 8pm every Wednesday night on the CW.

So let's see how long it'll be until my next post. Maybe another eight months... but I'm thinking eight hours.

-Christelle x

This is Sir Paw McCartney and my awesome 24th Hagrid birthday cake.