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I decided to become a writer because I read the pre-teen series, "Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging" by Louise Rennison and realized that writing could be whatever I wanted it to be. Writing does not need to be this grammatically correct aesthetic work of art that bores someone with ADHD to tears with all it's descriptive words and metaphors you don't get -- it can be a fluffy diary entry, it can be a script about two dogs that are friends, it can be written with lipstick on the bathroom mirror like a horror movie, as long as it has a voice, and a purpose. I majored in Writing and Rhetoric at University of Toronto (a major I told my parents I picked "Just In Case I End Up Writing The LSAT" ha ha ha)... Since graduating, I've written and directed a short film which got into several festivals in Canada and the US, started a content creation company, written and released my first musical album, and began freelance content writing.
A year has gone by and you still feel like garbage - now what? After a breakup, I like most people, feel like a shell of a woman, with no hope for a better future.
Ah, television reboots. Many series have been smart enough not to touch the concept of a reboot with a ten foot pole ( Friends, The X Files, Murder She Wrote - I could go on). They let the original speak for itself, and choose not to gamble away the legacy of a great television series.
You don't need to cry at Shindler's List to be sophisticated anymore, you can cry at BoJack Horseman, and I PROMISE you, your emotions are valid. In my recent memory, there is only one film I've seen that has made me so emotional, that I ugly cried.
By Sam Yoannou | 13.11.2017 Although I'd like to think of myself as a sophisticated film buff with a pallet for nuanced themes and enriched storylines, I'm really not. Unsurprisingly, my favourite genre of movie is action, or action horror, depending on what kind of temporary thrill I'm looking for that day.
DISCLAIMER: This post is my personal opinion and experience with depression. I am not speaking for everyone with depression (so if you have depression and you read this and get mad, don't be, because your opinion is just as valid as mine, I just put mine in my blog!!!)*** Wow, would you look at that, little old me forgot I have a blog AGAIN.
There's been a shift in alternative culture, and I believe Drizzy is to blame. 2009. What a time to be alive! On any given night in that fateful year, I could be found, tying up my Jeffrey Campbell Litas, over my fishnets, under my studded jean skirt, paired with my oversized Joy Division t-shirt and my fur coat.