Questions I Have After the Finale of Scream Queens

  1. Why did Coney die? How did a hapless mascot perpetuate the Greek system that Boone and Hester were raised to hate?
  2. Why did Chanel #2 have to die? Though I am feeling glad the rest of the Chanels survived (even Chanel #5)
  3. Why didn’t Hester get caught? I was really frustrated that the whole show was about bringing the killers to justice but that didn’t happen.
  4. Not so much a question but general disbelief that WOW, Grace really was just that annoying, and not putting up a front because she was the murderer.

we apologise for that brief intermission….

hello there dear blog,

we haven’t been in touch since january and i apologise for that because it’s entirely my fault. it’s been so long that i forgot my password! i am a dingus and a dilweed of the highest calibre. especially because the reason for my return is partly the fact that i miss writing but also because i have an exam that i should really be studying for….

the point of this quick post is to keep me accountable! as soon as my exams are over i promise that i’ll start up on this baby again. or at least try to! because unlike my diary(!!!!!), blogs don’t get lost :(

now i’ve got some intense studying to do…. but i’ll probably just go watch more taylor swift music videos. despite my distaste for her (i just can’t see her as anything other than contrived), her music and fashion really speaks to me. love is complex.

until later


came up, that’s all me

an impromptu post to let you know i’m still thinking of you and i hope that the start of your 2015 was everything you wanted it to be.

new year, same me, same lowercase love. i think my “resolution” for this year might be to try more things (not necessarily wild, crazy things but even little actions like saying “hi” to someone standoffish, in a bid to create moments that wouldn’t have happened if i’d remained passive) but it’s something i’ve been working on since late last year which i think is a good sign. if you really wanted change you wouldn’t be inclined to wait for the new year, right? and feeling less guilt. i think resolutions and working towards self-improvement and self-fulfilment is great and wish everyone luck with their goals for this year.


packing hurts, unpacking hurts more

packing for anything is awful. i’ll a list of things to bring, which never seems to be complete. and ticking off the items one by one takes a little of the thrill out of going on holiday and almost makes it a bit more of a chore. for me, packing takes some of the romance out of going away. it’s hard to feel too excited when you’re in the chemist stocking up on supplies in case you get a stomach bug. if only i was a character in a romantic comedy who makes a last minute decision to get on a plane to be with her soulmate, packing her bags in a delightful frenzy. deciding how many sets of underwear you’ll need to bring is not delightful.

but unpacking might be just as awful. returning from the holiday and coming back to the real life where everything feels the same except now you don’t have a trip on the distant horizon to anticipate. sleeping in your old bed and working at your old desk which feel the same even though you now feel like a different person who just got used to a different, more carefree lifestyle. so you book another trip and it starts all over again.


Beautiful little film/poem.


2. Kristen Wiig

THE QUEEN. One of my favourite Saturday Night Live cast members ever. Before I even got into SNL I’d seen Kristen Wiig in countless movies she’s had speaking roles in Forgetting Sarah MarshallAdventurelandGhost Town, Knocked Up, Date Night, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, Bridesmaids (of course) and television roles on 30 Rock, Flight of the Conchords and Portlandia. However, I’d never paid much attention to her, as awful as that sounds, for me she always seemed to play such unassuming characters.

When I saw her in all her glory on SNL though, the blindfold was lifted from my eyes. I recognised her for the comedic chameleon she is. Below is a primer of four of my favourite characters of hers:


Whenever you ask anyone about the top three qualities they’d want in their ideal partner it’s more than likely that a good sense of humour will be a quality on that list. And I don’t think it’s a cliché. (Yes, I used the ~accent aigu- above the é there. I have a deep respect for the French.) I’m not any different you’ll find a sense of humour at the top of my own list and I appreciate a good sense of humour deeply and anyone who will riff on a joke with me without hesitation.*

I’m starting a little series on Scattered Flashes where I talk about some of my favourite funny people and this week’s comedian of choice, is the first comedian in my life:

1. Demetri Martin

Demetri Martin is the reason that I first became aware of comedy as a thing that existed. I stumbled across his TV show Important Things With Demetri Martin in my second year of high school during my travels on the internet and was hooked on his humour immediately.

I found his deadpan delivery and use of wordplay, music and sketch fascinating because he was nothing like I thought all comedians were like i.e. loud and crass. Demetri Martin always seemed so intelligent and driven to me (in his special If I he discusses all the weird and wonderful things he’s taught himself to do like ride a unicycle and learn to write with both hands) and in that way I found, and still find, him to be very inspiring. He’s got around three specials, a TV show and two books – all of which I’d recommend checking out. He’s also had small roles in a film or two so you might’ve seen him before! I hope one day I’ll get to see him live but I’m glad that the internet gave me the chance to find out about his work, I won’t say the internet never gave me anything! I can’t explain here how enamoured I was by his sense of humour during high school and how much I admired him.

He’s also had a few podcast appearances and I really enjoyed his spot on Pete Holmes’ You Made It Weird which you can see/hear here.


*Let me say, I’m against people having pre-conceived notions about whether someone will be a good partner for them based on a made up list of qualities but it’s a fun little exercise when not taken too seriously.