Awww, I just spent about an hour on Facebook talking to a kid I used to be in Farsi class with. He's doing his Phd in London right now. yes he's younger than me and doing his Phd while I'm still working on my BA, I will not scream, I will not He spent a while telling me about the cut-throat world of academia... it sounds scary. I'll stick with social work, where the scariest thing I have to look forward to is being stalked by a mentally unstable client with a weapon... at least, according to Alice. Oh, wait, or they could burn down my house. Social work isn't all that safe, really.

Maybe I could live under a rock? That could be safe.


Anyway. It has been brought to my attention that my reaction to my Kink Bingo card was overwhelmingly sex-negative and offensive, so I would like to officially apologize for my thoughtless words. Just because a kink bothers me doesn't make it wrong or disgusting. The whole point of Kink Bingo is "your kink is okay" and I missed the boat on that one by a mile, and I'm sorry for being a douche. Forgive me? spank me if you need to?


I got about 14 hours of sleep last night, thanks to laying down around 6:30 and just not bothering to get back up again, so I am well-rested and have no excuse not to get things done that I've been putting off for a while now: namely, all the paperwork for VESID, everything I need to mail back to Wells, and that last essay for English Lit that I really wish I had fewer academic morals so I could pay someone else to do it. But no, I'm gonna do it. I had weird, self-absorbed dreams that ended with kitschy power rings like some glam rock superhero group. That's what I get for going back to sleep four times, I guess.

I should probably try to clean my room a little bit, too. Or at least get all the papers on top of my book pile into some semblance of organization. That's a start.

Day 15 - Favorite film sequel



Say whatever the hell you want about it, I will always and forever love Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. It's not objectively as good as Wrath of Khan, but it is deeply emotionally satisfying to me. PLUS IT HAS WHALES. And Leonard Nimoy's legs, hello, have you seen the man swim? Yowza.

There are so many little things about this movie to love. Scotty trying to talk to the computer! Sulu flying a helicopter! Uhura and Chekov infiltrating the naval Enterprise! Kirk trying to say Spock was on LSD! McCoy bitching about 80s medicine!

♥!

So I had good intentions to do that essay, really I did. I got most of the paperwork mostly situated (I have to find an envelope and a stamp and one other thing has to be physically brought to Wells to have an official person fill it out), and I pulled out the book with Heart of Darkness in it, and then I went downstairs to get a sandwich and my dad had just started Up in the Air without me... so I made him start it over (it was only a couple minutes in) and watched it with him.

Let me tell you internets, it is awkward as hell to watch sexting in a movie with your dad five feet behind you. xD

I really love George Clooney kind of a lot. He's pretty fantastic. And it was a weird but good movie. The ending was a little ambiguous for my tastes, but I enjoyed the movie as a whole.

So now the plan is, read Heart of Darkness until Dad is ready to go food shopping, then go do that with him. I like shopping with my dad, and it's something I don't get to do very often. I have to go with him because of his vertigo, otherwise he can't go alone, and to the best of my knowledge he hasn't been grocery shopping since the last time my mother left town for a week, so... early April, I think?

And then I have to come back and finish reading and start the essay and write four pages and find two scholarly sources to cite. I just need to stop being lazy, really.

I got two wonderful things in the mail today: the Apocalypse Saga of Utena, and chocolate fish from claireoujisama! Thank you, Claire! ♥

So many things I want to watch, so little summer to get them all watched in...

now I just need to stop reading fanfiction and get back to Heart of Darkness...

Discovery: Russian Dr. Watson looks a lot like Michael Cera with a mustache.

He's probably really good at making mixtapes, then.

Part of me really wants to write right now... but once I sit that part down with an open notepad window, it goes suspiciously quiet, so I think it's lying.

I wish I could just force the words out, but that works even less well than waiting for inspiration.


anyways. I'm about ten pages away from finished with Grave Peril, and then I'm going to start Summer Knight. I could be done with the Dresden Files series by the end of June if I keep this pace up. I can focus on reading better than watching things, or I'd be trying for Doctor Who right now... I really just have to get past the fact that, you know, this show has a variable cast and I just have to keep watching without my favorite people being in it any more. It's not a problem I've had with any other show-- either people stay, or some people leave and others don't, or they kill off my favorites and I stop watching in protest. I don't do well getting used to new people.

I'm basically just holding on to consciousness until I can harvest my blueberries and then I'm calling it quits on today. Tomorrow I'll get things done more... today didn't work out too well that way. Well, I got a bunch of stuff mailed, so that's something. I'm just too easily distracted.

Plus, I was totally supposed to get a thunderstorm today, and I feel cheated with the lack of it. If I don't get a proper storm on Saturday I'm going to be really let down.