yesterday:

a wee bit emotional.

thinking about life and crying.

arguing with boyfriend about the reading level of Eragon and crying.

driving home singing justin bieber...and crying.

then I get home and see my brother for the first time since August and commence straight up sobbing. He is touched, believing my breakdown to be because of his glorious return, and I pretend as though he truly is the reason for my tears. because the alternative conversation segue of "oh no I'm actually not crying about you...good to see you though!" would be slightly more than hideously awkward...esp since he started to tear up as I'm sniveling my unattractive way through "hey bro,what's up?"

welp.

I also cried my way through a stage production of the Wizard of Oz, the most particular moment of emotion when the dog playing Toto seems scared by the man in the lion costume.

furthermore, today after stuffing my face with extraordinary amounts of food and retiring to the couch where I am beyond excited to sleep the most gaseous of sleeps, my dad struts into the living room to announce a family game of football. tackle football.

My face does something like this:

you've gotta be fucking kidding me.