These past two weeks were way too stressful. First, they commit a serious felony of making Ben Affleck the next Batman, like it wasn’t enough to ruin one comic book franchise; and I’m thinking, maybe we’re out of the loop.

Some days are just like presents in disguise. Two years ago I wrote this post about Jack O'Connell. Everyone that knows me knows I'm a monumental fan of Skins. Jack and Kaya Scodelario, to be precise.

Hello from the dreamland, people. Sorry for the significant delay; every trip home is fun and games for the first couple of days when you’re just walking around, taking in all that you missed, hanging out with friends…

Words. I place a ridiculous amount of importance on words. People mostly don’t care about words nowadays, they care about stuff. Things. Therefore, they are careless with words. And by careless I don’t mean, for example, cursing you…

Relationships. I will never ever stop being fascinated with the constant fascination of it. It’s too trailer-park for me. Living vicariously through other people, wanting to know what the hell is going on in their lives, there’s something so pedestrian about it.

Anna Karenina. Yes. Badly. You know when you have a feeling the movie you’re about to watch is going to be important to you in some way; by something you’ll discover in it, regardless of the fact you already know the story. There’s a hidden gem in it and you need to see it…

I have an abnormal aversion to New Year's Eve celebrations. I don’t know how I caught that disease, but it’s prominent. Immune to everything. I can not stand drunkenness all around me, platitudes out loud disguised as resolutions, it’s all fake, forced, and pointless. There…

John Hughes once said, “When you grow up, your heart dies.” I was about 15 when I first heard that, and in my eager know-it-all teenage certainty, I laughed out loud. What is he on? I thought. I’ll only start living once I escape the annoying parental unit blocking my global awesomeness, I told myself.

I’m seriously getting off with this whole Kristen Stewart business. A couple of years back I thought a peak of her badassness had to be her Oscar blow-off (no-show) while telling the paps “she’ll come to the Awards when she’ll have a quality movie to come with”. I wrote a piece about it then, too.