Oh god, I'm so tired. We've been having atrocious weather lately and it's been making it hard to sleep. The temperature changes really sharply from hot to cold during the night and I start sweating under my blanket but then by morning it's all right again :/ As a result I woke up after 6 hours today and decided to go to work because I was too tired for anything else, heh.
I have 3 papers due next week. This is after I two papers tomorrow, and not counting the paper I had due last week (it was a quiz, actually, which I was supposed to study for and didn't and probably failed as a result). I am just... so swamped with grad school work, fuck.
As usual when I am desperate and tired, I keep coming up with these random memories. These moments that for some reason are etched in my mind. Like today I keep thinking of how, when I was in highschool, we used to sneak out to the agricultural fields surrounding my school, full of orange groves and pomelo, walnut trees, and a bunch of other fruits and veggies. We'd steal as much of it as we could, obviously. We'd spend hours horsing around under the tress, climbing up and cutting things down, basically doing as much damage as we could to local farmers, lol. But I mean, the fact that everyone at my school was a little menace is not new. We also used to sneak through those groves when we skipped school to go home, and we used to have elaborate protocols to avoid being caught by the farmers doing their rounds. Getting caught stealing fruit was no big deal, getting caught trying to escape school and then being brought back in someone's tractor was not a good thing. The chances of your parents being alerted in both cases are fairly low, but there's nothing more dispiriting than being brought back to school after you tried to leave.
Anyway, there was a season to this fruit picking, of course. The weather lately's been reminding of it, I guess. Warm but not too warm, the end of summer, the beginning of fall in Israel. Everyone's backpacks would be filled with oranges, every lunch break would be citrus. At some point it felt like the principal was hunting down people with suspect fruit - like if you pulled out a pomela out of your bag in the middle of the school complex (as opposed to somewhere else on the grounds where teachers were sparse) you were toast. Like, no one hauls that shit from home. Oranges and apples are passable but not something that big and not nuts, either. Who the hell brings unpeeled nuts to school - you had to have stolen it somewhere.
Anyway, nothing tasted sweeter than an orange you just picked from a tree. Nothing felt better than bringing home a backpack full of fresh fruit. I swear I was like a cat that keeps bringing its owner dead cockroaches - here, see, I did this! Look how good I am, protecting the home! Being a hunter! And my parents kept being like STOP STEALING FRUIT FROM FARMERS. STOP! WE CAN BUY FRUIT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! But I was an immigrant child and I had issues. I wanted to ~provide~. (Still do.) And it genuinely made me feel a little more accomplished, to ~procure~ food for the family table.
Anyway. Yesterday I left work early (i.e. on time) and went home and watched the last 3 episodes of Being Human and then went on a walk with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
roga (where we were BLINDED by hot dudes running shirtless and prepping for the city marathon this weekend) and then submitted photos to Shutterstock, which I've been meaning to do for aaaaaages (not hugely hopeful enough of them will be accepted, but hey, you don't make easy money if you don't try).
Anyway, I need to talk about Being Human, so, that's what I'm using the spare time I don't have today for.
First, before we get into spoilers (I mean, S3 finale, it's pretty spoilerific), let me just show you a quick photo of the cast. Also if you're wondering what my non spoilery feelings are... when I was a young teenager I used to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And it was... this amazing, amazing show that was just RIVETING. I once spent an entire summer doing nothing but reading the Unusual Relationships BTVS fic archive (where all the fics were .txt files <3). I was just... in LOVE. In love with talking about it, thinking about it, discussing it endlessly. It spoke to me and it filled me with stories and emotions and interest and emotional investment and so many satisfying, impossible to contain moments.
Like, remember that time when Buffy and Angel slept together and he turned into a monster? And then he spent a season torturing her and she became more and more depressed, lost and more and more of who and what she cared about and ultimately held her head up high and drove a fucking sword through his guts and literally sent him to hell? Remember how in that final moment he became the old Angel again? Just long enough to realize what was happening before he disappeared to a hell dimension he'd come back from broken and barely human? I remember JUMPING UP AND DOWN ON THE COUCHES in my living room when that shit was going down because OH MY FUCKING GOD I have all these feelings and this show was so amazing and I was 13 and these stories were so affecting. Remember that time Buffy asked Giles to lie to her? Remember Faith?
This is how Being Human makes me feel. Like that old, old school feeling of just, FLAIL. FLAIL FLAIL FLAIL. Everything about this show is so good and so satisfying and so AFFECTING and there are imperfections - serious imperfections, even - and somehow they don't matter any more than the filler episodes on Buffy mattered because ultimately I get SO MUCH from this how. It's so gorgeous and it SPEAKS TO ME and just. I can't remember the last time I've felt this way about television. And I'm not 13 anymore, so I'm much, much harder to please.
Anyway, so yes, this was my little sales pitch/non spoilery review. Now on to the spoilers.
( MITCHELL. )
( Annie/Mitchell picspam, very vague spoilers )
I have 3 papers due next week. This is after I two papers tomorrow, and not counting the paper I had due last week (it was a quiz, actually, which I was supposed to study for and didn't and probably failed as a result). I am just... so swamped with grad school work, fuck.
As usual when I am desperate and tired, I keep coming up with these random memories. These moments that for some reason are etched in my mind. Like today I keep thinking of how, when I was in highschool, we used to sneak out to the agricultural fields surrounding my school, full of orange groves and pomelo, walnut trees, and a bunch of other fruits and veggies. We'd steal as much of it as we could, obviously. We'd spend hours horsing around under the tress, climbing up and cutting things down, basically doing as much damage as we could to local farmers, lol. But I mean, the fact that everyone at my school was a little menace is not new. We also used to sneak through those groves when we skipped school to go home, and we used to have elaborate protocols to avoid being caught by the farmers doing their rounds. Getting caught stealing fruit was no big deal, getting caught trying to escape school and then being brought back in someone's tractor was not a good thing. The chances of your parents being alerted in both cases are fairly low, but there's nothing more dispiriting than being brought back to school after you tried to leave.
Anyway, there was a season to this fruit picking, of course. The weather lately's been reminding of it, I guess. Warm but not too warm, the end of summer, the beginning of fall in Israel. Everyone's backpacks would be filled with oranges, every lunch break would be citrus. At some point it felt like the principal was hunting down people with suspect fruit - like if you pulled out a pomela out of your bag in the middle of the school complex (as opposed to somewhere else on the grounds where teachers were sparse) you were toast. Like, no one hauls that shit from home. Oranges and apples are passable but not something that big and not nuts, either. Who the hell brings unpeeled nuts to school - you had to have stolen it somewhere.
Anyway, nothing tasted sweeter than an orange you just picked from a tree. Nothing felt better than bringing home a backpack full of fresh fruit. I swear I was like a cat that keeps bringing its owner dead cockroaches - here, see, I did this! Look how good I am, protecting the home! Being a hunter! And my parents kept being like STOP STEALING FRUIT FROM FARMERS. STOP! WE CAN BUY FRUIT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! But I was an immigrant child and I had issues. I wanted to ~provide~. (Still do.) And it genuinely made me feel a little more accomplished, to ~procure~ food for the family table.
Anyway. Yesterday I left work early (i.e. on time) and went home and watched the last 3 episodes of Being Human and then went on a walk with
roga (where we were BLINDED by hot dudes running shirtless and prepping for the city marathon this weekend) and then submitted photos to Shutterstock, which I've been meaning to do for aaaaaages (not hugely hopeful enough of them will be accepted, but hey, you don't make easy money if you don't try). Anyway, I need to talk about Being Human, so, that's what I'm using the spare time I don't have today for.
First, before we get into spoilers (I mean, S3 finale, it's pretty spoilerific), let me just show you a quick photo of the cast. Also if you're wondering what my non spoilery feelings are... when I was a young teenager I used to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And it was... this amazing, amazing show that was just RIVETING. I once spent an entire summer doing nothing but reading the Unusual Relationships BTVS fic archive (where all the fics were .txt files <3). I was just... in LOVE. In love with talking about it, thinking about it, discussing it endlessly. It spoke to me and it filled me with stories and emotions and interest and emotional investment and so many satisfying, impossible to contain moments.
Like, remember that time when Buffy and Angel slept together and he turned into a monster? And then he spent a season torturing her and she became more and more depressed, lost and more and more of who and what she cared about and ultimately held her head up high and drove a fucking sword through his guts and literally sent him to hell? Remember how in that final moment he became the old Angel again? Just long enough to realize what was happening before he disappeared to a hell dimension he'd come back from broken and barely human? I remember JUMPING UP AND DOWN ON THE COUCHES in my living room when that shit was going down because OH MY FUCKING GOD I have all these feelings and this show was so amazing and I was 13 and these stories were so affecting. Remember that time Buffy asked Giles to lie to her? Remember Faith?
This is how Being Human makes me feel. Like that old, old school feeling of just, FLAIL. FLAIL FLAIL FLAIL. Everything about this show is so good and so satisfying and so AFFECTING and there are imperfections - serious imperfections, even - and somehow they don't matter any more than the filler episodes on Buffy mattered because ultimately I get SO MUCH from this how. It's so gorgeous and it SPEAKS TO ME and just. I can't remember the last time I've felt this way about television. And I'm not 13 anymore, so I'm much, much harder to please.
Anyway, so yes, this was my little sales pitch/non spoilery review. Now on to the spoilers.
( MITCHELL. )
( Annie/Mitchell picspam, very vague spoilers )
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