Did not know there was a word for this.
Akrasia = weakness of will, or the inability to act according to better judgment, like feeling of “I should do this” but unable to do anything about it
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What got you so amped up? :D
#nofeargang
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Hungry for Jing. Can’t get enough Jing!
Why can’t I get enough Jing???
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Reach, Reach, Reach
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And found again
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I need to say that… the old movie Twister made us believe that launching a bucket full of sensors into a tornado could somehow crack the code of nature. Ah, the good ol’ days when “Dorothy” wasn’t just from The Wizard of Oz but also a metal contraption standing between us and total weather chaos.
Fast forward to 2024, and we’re back at it. But this time, with bigger storms, shinier gadgets, and even crazier theories on how to “neutralize” these monster twisters. Will drones save the day? (Hint: Nope). Will AI finally outsmart Mother Nature? (Hint: Nooope). Or are we just here for the fucking CGI destruction and epic storm chases? (Hint: Totally).
Spoiler alert: Tornadoes are still very much untamed, and the science is still, well… let’s just say it’s more Hollywood than Harvard. But… in the end, we’re all just part of the show… and the show must go on 
In no time, once this crazy premiere week is over and I can watch the movie at my leisure, I’ll be chatting about the new Alien flick. Clearly. We have way too much history together, me and that franchise… Well, no. Just the 1st movie. After all, it was basically my communion buddy. Kinda.
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Today, to get the neighbors to stop blasting their music (which they do every single day, and honestly, most of what they play isn’t even music), I decided to act like a teenager and hit my playlist. I picked a little bit of everything I knew they’d hate but that I personally enjoy (a win-win situation). Think Evanescence, Mägo de Oz, Imagine Dragons, Queen, AC/DC, Runaway Cab and Whitesnake. One of each, like a box of assorted chocolates…
Flashback to Forrest Gump and my true love, cacao in any format. Well… Not the point… I think. Now I need it. You’ll see me rummaging through the Nautilus’s pantry.
Moral of the story: I’m super mature, as you can see from my behavior with the neighbors… which is exactly why I’m not sharing any cocoa I find in the pantry.
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I may add Space Jam and Mambo number five to the next time… and soundtracks… from movies. Yep. You’re very convincing.
Actually… I did play some movie soundtrack. I think that’s what made them stop.
Very mature. Always.
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And no, I’m not using any songs by Atomic Rebel because they don’t deserve them (super mature thought).
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I should unsubscribe from most of my mailing lists but sometimes they give me cheap gems.
Laziness kills ambition.
Anger kills wisdom.
Fear kills dreams.
Ego kills growth.
Jealousy kills peace.
Doubt kills confidence.
aaand now read that right to left.
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I’m thinking I get a bit feisty when I’m hormonal. You’re lucky I couldn’t buy a ticket to Glastonbury (cue dramatic sobbing). I swear my own hormonal field can counteract anything I throw at it to “balance” it. I’ve just terrified the neighbors… just by talking and staring at them intensely. I might need to ask Cap to create a morphic field to “dial down 2345654345654 levels of intensity caused by hormonal changes because none of the existing ones have been effective… Except for chocolate, kebap and watching my period movie (did I invented the term? Nah… Well… It exists for me). But I can’t eat chocolate and kebap 24/7, literally. I THINK. Wait… Hmmm…”.
Now I’m worried about them (another great thing about hormones). And on top of that, the other neighbors will probably think I’ve killed them or something because they’re almost never quiet (except during mandatory ‘quiet hours’). And I’m hungry.
We should watch a movie or a series together… We could sync up and send each other voice notes to comment on what’s happening, especially when it’s very predictable… or at any other moment (Tip: don’t read me. I’m getting into weird loops).
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W jojo
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