Restarting this journal feels like pulling out of a steep dive. AKA, the same feeling you get once you realize you're heading towards a sugar/carb overload but there isn't anything you can do about. Blah.
Well, life. Um.
Actually, not much has happened since January. Left grad school to go on med leave. Took me until this month to take the next step, and put in the paperwork to leave my program permanently. I'll miss the people, but the second I put the form in the mail I knew it was the right decision. Yay! :)
I'm planning on enrolling in a make-up artistry course in the fall... I guess the fall's almost here, so I better get on that. Hmmm... I've also tapped into the fatshionista and queer fashion blogospheres. I be learning, learning all the time!
In more culture-y news, I've seen every episode of Community at least 4 times now, I watched the entirety of 30 Rock (not as good, but still excellent. By god, I love Tina Fey!), and I've spent entirely too much time on my computer over the last few months. :) Also Tom Hiddleston? DELICIOUS.
At the moment I'm rewatching SGA. Oh, lord, I forgot how funny this show could be. And how good 'Tabula Rasa' was!
Holy crap. Finished Sherlock season 2 tonight. Sooooo gooood. So damn good that I'm just sitting in front of my computer with a "So what do I do now?" look on my face. The Sherlock boys have broken my brain. And I'm loving it. :)
(Also, can I just say that Andrew Scott's Moriarty has reinstated my love of acting? And at this point in my depression life, that's saying something.)
there is no light where my mind, she slips like fingers into the dark an ocean breaks across my gaze, spitting at me until I blink hard, and then nothing but salty silence she creeps nesting between my reflection and my ambition, she reaps what I sow.
Some brief news: I got a scholarship for the 2010-2011 year. (Woo!) I got early acceptance into two MA History programs (and some pretty nifty scholarships for next year. (Woo!) I'm feeling much happier! (Woo!) I now own a "Little Black Dress." (Woo!) And I got an A+ on a document analysis from my favourite prof (she doesn't think I'm dumb! Woo!)
Rose, my mom, and I played Star Trek Scene It tonight (and, because it snowed like the dickens today, we played Christmas music and pretended it was 2 months ago). I swear, that game is made for me. Seriously. Made for me.
Anyways, much hilarity ensued as we struggled to remember how to play. (Frankly, much hilarity ensues whenever we try to play a game with my mom. Two Sundays ago we tried to play Clue as a family. On my first guess, no one had any of the cards that I guessed. So I opened the envelope. After I opened the envelope, my mom said, "Wait... Mrs. Peacock? Oh! I have her!" Jeez, mom...)
It's me! Hallucinating girl! And her sidekick, essay due in... oh crap, TWO hours? What? No way. It is not 7 AM. NO. I refuse to believe it! I started writing this damn thing at 11 yesterday morning!
I definitely thought I'd be waking up right now. Not hunting for a citation before officializing all my footnotes (or whatever) after having been awake for almost a day.
I feel a bit disoriented right now. I just realized that I've been listening to the same seven minutes of music for the last seven hours or so. I think this is what moderate time travel probably feels like. (Oh no! The not-so-inner geek has been released! Catch it before it starts going on about Star Trek!) It should clearly be three in the morning and I should not be hearing crows cawing outside.
No, I should not.
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Jean-Luc Picard!
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(I cannot wait to re-read this entry when I've gotten some sleep!)
And not, "Oh! Ha-ha (fake, high-pitched laughter) - it's snowing in October! Look at those little flakes melt before they hit anything!" kind of snow, like REAL SNOW. It makes me sad.
I'm sick, guys! And I don't likes it. Not only has my productivity level (already ridiculously low) dropped to near nil (near because I managed to crack open a text book and read half a paragraph in a fit of 3 AM sleeplessness last night), but I hurts! I hurts, I tell you!
On the flip side, this has given me an excuse to watch copious amounts of television and spend the whole day curled up in my bed or on the couch. Seriously, I have spend the entire day like an invalid on the couch, watching the world pass by me. And watching X-Files.
I think I've just about caught up on all my shows: NCIS, NCIS: LA, Fringe, Chuck (got to season 4, woo!), Glee (!!!), Castle (!!!!!) (OHMYGODESPOSITOANDRYANJUSTNEEDTOJUMPEACHOTHERALREADY!). I've also been re-watching early Scrubs and I finished season 7 of X-Files (and I am now on to season 8 - NO SPOILERS! I'm ridiculously behind everyone else on the whole "catch up on X-Files" thing, but STILL!). i even watched the pilot of Mike & Molly, which looks sweet if unbelievably corny, what with the ill-placed sitcom audience laughter. I'm not sure if I can make it through another episode, but I certainly wish it the best. Any show with plus size leads automatically wins a spot in my heart. ;)
And that's all that's going on in my life (oh, god, I wish I had something else to talk about besides tv). My mom's in NYC right now (super envious), which means... nothing really. I was going to complain about the lack of sympathy in this house for the fact that I am dying right now (okay, slight exaggeration), but I feel that I probably present myself as enough of a sad sack without going on and on about that.
Ooh, talked to this guy in 2 of my classes Tuesday night. He's sweet and not at all as intimidating as I thought he was during the summer, when we took a seminar together. And he totally gets my ranting and raving regarding the whole "You're-a-part-time-student? Oh-let-me-remove-all-your-on-campus-rights.... There-you-go" crap that I have to deal with this year. :D So hopefully I've made a friend!
I had one more thing I was going to mention...
Nope, it's gone. Have a good night. Hopefully I'll sleep just as well as you do!
OH WAIT NOW I REMEMBER! It was 26 degrees today. TWENTY SIX! It was this glorious wave of heat that embraced me for the few seconds that I actually spent outside today. Sunday's high is supposed to be 12. ;_;
I think I had a thoroughly unproductive evening (save an hour and a half of reminiscing and catching up with a close friend)! The 'rents had a dinner parteh for people that work with my dad (or something), so I spent most of the night hoarding brie or apple pie or some sort of cheesecake-y delight in my room, plugged into youtube. I swear to whomever, I have gotten SO socially awkward within the last week and a half. What is UP with me?
Aaand even better than the food was my whole "turning into a sad sack" episode. I spent a couple of hours dividing my time between glasses of white wine and uncontrollably crying over videos of American soldiers reuniting with their families/pets (and that lion reunion video that keeps coming back to hit up my tear ducts just one. more. damn. time!). But by the time I realized I needed to switch to something else (I was out of kleenex), I was making mildly tenuous connections between my search terms (afv vids to baby vids to babies eating lemons vids to videos of three year olds saying silly things), so I switched to Lion King songs, then Disney songs in general, then Mulan songs, then Mulan clips, and then I left youtube to research Mulan on wikipedia. :D (It all made sense in my head.) I'd like to think I'm in a better place than I was earlier in the evening.
I'm also in a considerably sillier place! I wrapped my bothersome, too-short-to-tie-back hair up in a pseudo-turban like the kind I wore for the play this past winter, and then when I got bored with that, I untied the scarf (one of those pashmina scarves that were popular a couple of years ago) and turned it into a sash, and then told my sister that I was the Prince of Parties. (We sang the Flight of the Conchords song together.) After refilling my glass, I tried to encourage Rose to examine my pretty party clothes, which I obviously crocheted of snow, but I couldn't remember the exact phrasing for "pretty party clothes." Rose laughed as I sort of stared off into space for about half a minute, singing the song in my head, before telling me exactly what I wanted to say, more concisely than I ever could have put it. Needless to say, I was incapacitated by my uncontrollably snickering/snorting/laughing for a few moments. And now I'm just staring at my computer screen. I don't actually know why I'm awake at the moment. I should go to bed.
*leans to look around computer screen*
Nope, I still gots a half a glass of wine to finish. 'Night folks!
Oh, and I saw Deep Impact for the first time last night. AWESOME MOVIE!
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