I've got a taste and it's cancelled TV shows: a review of Togetherness

    I'd binged season 1 of HBO'S Togetherness in the end of 2015 because I got obsessed over Mark Duplass. I've watched every mumblecore movie I could and then I found the series.

    It's such a remote reality from mine. I mean, I'm in the very start of my twenties. Why the fuck I like to watch a dark comedy about the life of people in their 30's and they married (or not) life problems? OK, I'm not being fair to the premise. It's so much more than that, but simplifying a lot, it kind of is, so.

    Answering the question. Because the character make mistakes I can relate too. It's the closing of the biggest lesson I've learnt in my teenage years. Adults haven't figured it out too. I don't have to pressure myself to get into every experience I can as a teen and learn everything at once. That's why.

    I just googled the synopsis and: "The spark in parents Brett and Michelle Pierson's marriage is all but extinguished. When his best friend, out-of-work actor Alex, and Michelle's sister Tina move in with the Piersons in Los Angeles, the four adults try to remain good friends/siblings/spouses while achieving their personal goals". That is such a fucking boring premise, dude. Although, I guess it's impossible to write shows completely without tropes these days, right? But, yes, I swear, it's so well executed you won't even mind.

    Also the songs, gosh. The editors really knows how to put songs in a fucking episode. The rhythm is so structured, consistent and yet just flows light as a breeze. Every second of the 30 min arc is so well used.

    I won't even start talking about the huge solid crush I have on Mark Duplass. I though it'd pass but it didn't, it's still present in the year of 2017. I can't rationalize it, I swear I'll stop trying, I can't put my hands on why it exists, it is what it is.

    I really like Melanie Lyskey despite the fact she has made the role of the bad aunt (this is an euphemism) in The Perks of Being an Wallflower (2012) and the bad mother in Win Win (2011) so I tend to associate her characters to not very good people at all (sorry for the typecasting). She's so sincere and plain, or raw (???). Honestly I have to think about it more to find the right adjectives. She's good at what she does.

    Well, bad news the show is cancelled, and apparently has no end!!!! Kind of good news is that I'm used to this kind of situation. Firefly, Pushing Daisies and basically every Bryan Fuller series.

    Ok, now I'm gonna watch the last episode. Good luck to me. (Wow, I that's a fricking boring ending to a post, so enthusiastic).

    An un-called for review of (Sandy) Alex G's Rocket and some rants

      I wanna write and I have so much to talk about but I don't know where to start. OK, I'm thinking of starting to write in Portuguese, it's my first language after all. I chose English because it's easier for me, it just flows. But Portuguese, it'd be useful to start writing in it because since I speak it it would help me feel more concise when I talk, since I've been "practicing", testing, verbalizing my thoughts here on the blog. Talking MBTI: this is my Ti and Pe in conflict.

      Changing the subject, musically speaking. (SANDY) ALEX G IS A GENIUS. I WANNA SCREAM IN EVERYONE'S FACES. Rocket has been out for more than a month now and it's such a preciosity to this world. This boy makes every song so dense, dense in feeling, in identity, authenticity. Sportstar just conquered my heart in a way, it's just one of those songs you wanna live inside, the live version without the voice effects is so good too. Brick has some of that Death Grips thangggg, it's definitely near The Garden's Steak and Get Me My Blade in my Being Extraverted Songs Playlist (if that's a thing), and by that I mean it makes me want to go out at night with a rad eyeliner, dress in black and RAGE. Please notice that if I do that I probably won't do it for another 6 months since that drains so much energy. It makes me tired just thinking of it, but it's nice now and then tho. Anyway, no one cares. The song I'm listening the most these days is Powerful Man, I don't know how to describe how comfy it makes me feel, my favourite part is "When I look you in the eye, you're gonna tell me that you love me and hold me tight, cause you know that I have no fear, ain't gonna walk into a river and disappear". I guess it that's how I conceive commitment. I tried to describe it further but I typed and deleted for 4 minutes now, I guess it's one of those things that doesn't need further explanation. Poison Root is such a good opening. Proud is so aaaaaah I wanna hug this song (there you can see I'm a fan of the figure of speech prosopopeia). Rocket is such a pleasant instrumental. Other songs that should be mentioned are Judge and Alina. I didn't plan on doing a review but here it is.

      The importance of reading. I know how fucking important really reading tings is. Mainly if I wanna improve my writing. I always everything in my day scheduled, maybe that gives me the sensation I have no time for something out of my to do list. But I do have time there to just relax, so why is it not working? What am I doing wrong? I have to reminding myself that I do have time. The problem is that I wanna read it all, so I don't focus in anything. I've read my INTP personality is more prone to get into the vortex of the Liquid Modernity. But at least I'm not blind, eh? So yeah, I'll commit to do one thing at a time.

      That's why I have to go back practicing yoga. I'm such a better person when I do. To get started is so difficult, but once I'm there i love it. Center my being, fill my lungs and then empty it, oh I miss this. And I can't get to do it just myself, I'm not that disciplined, and it's not gonna be some fitness app which will change my life.


      2yrs have gone

        I created this blog because I love writing, and I wanted to get closest I could of documenting that phase of getting ready to the trip, since I'd waited most of my conscious life to. And I love writing, I love how it feels, I feel I can let myself be understood. I don't feel that with spoken words most of the time.

        I just published 2 drafts I've written in 2015 before my trip, they are unfinished, there's no point to finish it but also I cant just throw them away.

        Life's been busy, I've made a choice to get into med school in federal university, which means I have to get a very, very good grade in the test in the end of the year. I made this choice, as conscious as I could at the time, of the compromise I was getting into.

        My trip has passed, I grew a lot. But Montreal, I'm not the girl you knew. And I'm thankful. 2016 was a tough year, I encountered a situation that impacted me more than a trip all by myself to another hemisphere. I grew so much, I'm so proud of myself.

        Yes, my incredible naiveness was at a point irritating, but I'm satisfied, it kept me genuine at the whole process. I can say I've grown and the merit is all mine.

        I've learnt it's ok to not get along with someone. It doesn't matter how much you both invest in the relationship. People just don't get one another. Just stop hanging on, stop insisting, but never stop being you. And this is about a friendship.

        (UO bugs me a lot but every Alex G live recording is gold and should be perpetuated) 

        2016 was a very social year to me, I got involved with so many people, and it was nice, I got to know "the other side". I'm not exaggerating here, it was really new shit to me. It was exciting, I was really into the experience. And, just like scientific method, I got to a conclusion. I've consolidated I prefer to be alone, lots of people around me get me tired, and that's ok. I should respect that about myself.

        Also the moment I'm living is kind of selfish. I study from 7am to 8pm with a few breaks in there. When I get home in tired, I don't wanna talk to no one, including my favourite person in the world, which is my grandma. I feel bad for it, I know she misses me and I do too, the important thing is she understands so it's ok. It's a lot, but I'm happy.

        The feeling of just knowing you're in the right place in the right time is priceless. The satisfaction hits when I'm on my way home, my bus passes the oceanside, some shoegazy or post-rock song is in my earphones, I know I did my best that day and I'm happy. Sometimes doubt hits and hold me back, and there's a chance I can exercise my faith. I know I'm protected, I've been given so many proofs through my life and I should repeat to myself, "do your best, destiny will find you".

        I miss writing in here so much, but I don't have a computer but I'll try to keep it up with my tablet. Though it's not as comfy to type on there as it is typing on a laptop - gosh the wrist support is crazy in here!!!

        cute merchsssss

          This post is the publication of drafts I wrote 2 years ago. It's probably unfinished by I don't care, the value is in how old it got.

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          The big day is coming up. I have my passport in one hand and my (almost) packed bags in another. It's starting to feel real and not another one of my fictional trips I plan now and then (seriously, once I made the plans for a 2-week trip to Iceland with activities, hostel fares, plane logistics and all that, everything in a Excel table).

          Despite the fact that I am a very conscious buyer, I am afraid I might freak out when I see a Forever 21 or any store actually. I'm not used to having a lot of cute + cheap options here in Brazil, soooo... That's why I'm making a list of things I'll buy for sure, I said, for sure, a 100% sure. So here it goes:


          Bingo Bronson T-Shirt I am such a sucker for merch. I'm really picky though. I don't like those shirts with the logo of the show or the face, I prefer the most not obvious pieces. This Bingo Bronson T-Shirt is all I need to show my not-so-obvious love for Broad City. YAS KWEEN. Another fandoms I intend to buy merch from is: Firefly/Serenity and Welcome to Night Vale

          Macbook I am in a desperate need for a notebook. My last HP is slower than how long a season of BBC Sherlock takes to premiere, so I'm borrowing a laptop from my grandfather (he has like 3 laptops, so he doesn't even miss it)(also, why does anyone need that much notebooks??).

          Passion Planner Since I tend to procrastinate a lot, when I plan my week I tend to do it less. Last year of high school, I used to free draw a weekly planner sheet and it adapted really quickly to my routine. There's no need to say that I didn't do it every week due to laziness (guilty) and those weeks weren't as productive as the others, of course. So, not having to draw a planner would be neat!

          a backpack
          a proper bag


          2yrs behind: It's time to pack!

            This post is the publication of drafts I wrote 2 years ago. It's probably unfinished by I don't care, the value is in how old it got.

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            I hate to pack. Mostly because I don't know how to do it right. I always carry the weight of t-shirts and pants I end up not using. Also, my mom always want me to take clothes and shoes I know I won't even touch. So, this time, I promised myself I would give the best of me to pack a perfect bag. Let's see how to process goes with this one.

            I'm taking 2 big bags and one small. My intention is to take one big bag inside another, so I could bring one back full of mini oreos!!!!! Ok, that's a very unrealistic expectation, so bring it back with things I bought during my period in Canada, not just mini oreos. The small bag I'll take with me inside the plane and will contain a change of clothes, medicine, cash and documents, other shit.

            First thing to do: Check if your bags are inside the measurements the flight company informed you. 

            Time to select the items. I started by opening up all my drawers and separating every item in 4 categories:
            a) There's no way I want this in my wardrobe when I come back (donate it or trash it)
            b) I'll maybe want this later
            c) I love you but there's no need to take you
            d) Pack it!

            I spread all those "c" items in a bed and started stacking: clothes for lounging, for winter, pajamas, fancy shirts, bottoms, bras and undies, tights then and my favourites. 

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            Don’t pack for the worst-case scenario. Pack for the best-case scenario and simply buy yourself out of any jams. Bring layers rather than take a heavy coat.