In the past year, I've cried over the following books: The Fault in Our Stars, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, A Monster Calls, Code Name Verity, The Book Thief, Eleanor & Park, and the last installment of the Buffy season 8 comics (tears of anger due to how completely awful it was). And don't even get me STARTED on my ability to cry over television shows. Two minutes into Doomsday, and I'm sobbing. Supernatural turns me into a wreck on a regular basis. Hell, even How I Met Your Mother made me cry when Marshall's dad died. Fun fact - I can actually date my crying over TV shows back to a very specific incident:
1998 Kirsti: "alskjfkaslfjkshdfjkshdgjshgjk!!!!!!"
Mum: "Stop crying, I can't understand you..."
1998 Kirsti: "CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN SET FIRE TO THE X-FILES OMG I CAN'T EVEN"
So yeah. That happened...
I've been ugly crying off and on over the past 48 hours, but at least this time I had a good reason for it. Because today, we dropped my little brother C at the airport for his flight to London. He'll be back in January for a mate's wedding, but that's like FOREVER AWAY. So I bawled my eyes out yesterday afternoon. And then I cried in the shower this morning. And then I cried again at the airport, and sniffled my way through the car trip home.
In short, I'm a barrel of laughs to be around at the moment. If someone wants to send me a puppy to cuddle, I'd be incredibly appreciative. In the meantime, I'm going to go and drown my feelings in the large quantities of ice cream that Paulie brought over last night. There are definite perks to having an almost sibling who works in the ice cream industry...
BRB, ugly crying,