This is just a rambling post about the last few days.
When I was a teenager, I went through this phase where I forgot a lot of details about my childhood. It was a weird teen angst thing, but in the last year or so I've remembered a lot of said details. One specific thing was my childhood love for Beetlejuice. Sometimes I think I don't come off near as weird as I actually am in person. I've been obsessed with Tim Burton my entire life, straight from the womb, I'm sure. I always remembered the film Beetlejuice, of course, but I suddenly remembered the cartoon a few months ago. I honestly thought I made it up in my mind at first, but alas, it was a real thing. The show ended before I was even born, but I can clearly remember my obsession with it as a small child. I've been cracking up over my favorite childhood cartoon being a Tim Burton product. Go figure. I found the entire series on DVD over the weekend, and I need it.
I keep doodling about my lack of houseplants, and I really miss having them around. All of the outdoor plants have exploded this year. I've never seen so many roses outside of this house, and the bushes have been there for many years. It's gorgeous, and I've at least got those to admire. The stack of empty pots under my windowsill is a bit sad though. Also, the blue wall in the illustration was a good decision, I think, but as I was scanning the image, I remembered my brother's bedroom being that color when he was a child, and it wasn't as nice in person. I can't say a lot though. I chose blood red, and though the last traces of it are well hidden, I still don't know what I was thinking as an eleven year old. I went through a phase y'all.
On Sunday, my blogging anniversary, I found myself looking through my first few months of posts. They're still up, and I have no plans to remove them (as of now at least), but man are they angsty. It's that teenage angst I already mentioned! It actually was a pretty down time in my life, and probably not the best time to start a blog, but hey, we're here now. We made it. Hello. 18 is a weird time in general I think, and I could never picture myself being 21. Adulthood is not what I thought it would be. But I'm still a Beetlejuice obsessed kid, who can buy wine to drink while I watch, and I actually thought about how excited I am to be an adult and be in my thirties and forties. It's a thought I've never had before. Everything's going to be alright. Growth, you know?