Day 1: Your favorite character:
Day 2 Your least favorite character:
Day 3: A character you hate that everyone loves:
Day 4: A character you love that everyone hates:
Day 5: Your favorite fight/battle scene:
Day 6: A scene that made you laugh:
Day 7: A scene that made you cry:
Day 8: The character you are most like:
Day 9: Your favorite quote:
Day 10: Peeta or Gale:
Day 11: Something you hate about the series:
Day 12: A character you wish hadn’t died:
Day 13: A character you wish had died:
Day 14: Your favorite tribute (aside from Peeta/Katniss):
Day 15: Your least favorite tribute (aside from Peeta/Katniss):
Day 16: A question you wish had been answered in the book:
Day 17: The worst death:
Day 18: A song that reminds you of the series:
Day 19: Your favorite pairing:
Day 20: Your least favorite pairing:
Day 21: A pairing you don’t get:
Day 22: Your favorite book of the three:
Day 23: Your favorite secondary character:
Day 24: Your least favorite secondary character:
Day 25: Your dream cast:
Day 26: Your favorite scene in The Hunger Games:
Day 27: Your favorite scene in Catching Fire:
Day 28: Your favorite scene in Mockingjay:
Day 29: Your favorite thing about the entire series:
Day 30: A book/series that you would rec to fellow fans
doing this. doing this so much.
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May has been… a long month.
It went something like this.
I moved out of my apartment at Furman on May 1st. I had only been back from Italy for two weeks- home for about 5 days, then back to school for the rest. I was still tired and a little more gungho/excited about my life than usual. (Mostly because I had forgotten what my life is like, I think.)
So I came home, and it wasn’t terrible. I had a few days to just relax and watch tennis and unpack and settle back into life. I finalized my apartment plans for the summer, which was stressful and eye-opening. I went to visit one of my best friends at her school.
On the 8th, I started working at the garage with my mom. I was really stressed out about money and my apartment situation, and I was beginning to wonder if it wouldn’t have been a better plan, financially, to just stay at home all summer.
Well, it’s been three weeks and I can say with absolute certainty that even if my apartment turns out to be the crappiest situation in the history of college student living, it will still be better than this.
I need my friends. I need an intellectually challenging environment. I need to be around people who acknowledge my existence on a daily basis. (I’m literally not even being melodramatic. I will directly address my mom about any variety of things, conversational or whatever, and she literally WILL NOT RESPOND IN ANY WAY. It used to be a little hurtful, but now I just find it unspeakably annoying. Like literally unspeakable because there are no words.)
I’m tired of feeling guilty. I cannot be around these people. My mom, my stepdad, my brothers, my sister, random strangers. Everything about this whole town makes me want to claw my eyes out. I don’t know what would have happened to me if I hadn’t made alternate plans for this summer, because literally: imagining running errands and going to the bank and eating fast food for lunch every day for the rest of the next two months makes me cringe.
I’m going crazy. Thank God and fortuitous summer plans that I move out in 2 days.
I just need people who seem remotely interested in my life or existence. That’s all. I mean, really- even really supremely terrible, unfunny, mean, useless people have other people who pay attention to them in some kind of positive fashion. What is WRONG with me? It’s a shame I have to basically hemorrhage money just to be near people who will talk to me. Your family is SUPPOSED to do that, at the least.
Whatever. 2 days.
I just checked my jim and pam tag.
GOD.
WHY ISN’T LOVE LIKE THIS REAL?
Cruising the Champs.
I love the way they treat this baby. Is that a weird thing to say? The random posing and happy snaps brighten my day.
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HAHA I CAN’T !
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My darling Peeta #peeta #hungergames #gale (Taken with instagram)
this part. oh. I cry.
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