My new glasses will be ready for me tomorrow at 11. I am looking forward to seeing clearly again, as my glasses have been dirty for about a week and I've just been too lazy to wash them with soap. I'm not sure which pair to start wearing-- the black or the silver? I might start with the silver. Anyway I have to find my camera so I can do a ~*~proper photoshoot~*~ and not just take crappy webcam pictures.
I am having a severe problem with writing. I keep thinking of things I want to do, but I can't just sit down and make them happen. I seem to have lost my grasp of the English language and how to make it do what I want it to do. Usually if I have a problem writing in a fandom, I just go read a bunch of fic to help me figure out characterization and voice a little better... but there's so little Venture Brothers fic that I don't really have that option. And I just don't feel like I'm writing any of them very well.
So, failing that creative avenue, I have pulled out my beading equipment and I'm going to make my girlfriend a necklace or something. Probably a necklace, because I know she wears them, I'm not so sure if she'd wear a bracelet. Although I don't think I've ever seen her wear anything beaded, now that I think about it. Whatever, I'm going to make it anyway and she's free to wear it or not as she chooses. I'm not one of those overly-invested people who gets all butthurt when people don't wear the things I make for them.
I am also considering finding out if Evian wants to come to the drive-in to see Harry Potter with me and Julia in a month. I mean, I know she's a crazy HP fan, and she enjoys the company of other fangirls. She just might prefer to see it in Ithaca. Which is cool, I would understand the desire to see it screened crisply rather than on a drive-in screen. But I might as well ask her, right? The worst she can say is no. (Well, no, the worst she could say is "fuck off, I never want to talk to you again," but I've only had one person tell me that in my life, so I'm not anticipating that happening.)
And I just found out that there's going to be a 15 minute Venture Bros. special on July 24. SWEET. I will totally take any and all new stuff to tide me over until the next season starts, which isn't going to be until at least spring 2012. (sadfais.) Buuuuuut... I am selling back some textbooks to Amazon and making enough money to buy the rest of the series on DVD. So I will be going on DVD specials adventures and probably watching everything with commentary like I started doing with Felix. I am looking forward to that.
Depending on whether I get this job, and depending on how we end up setting up our room, I am kind of considering buying a small flatscreen TV to take to college with me next semester. So Mary and I can watch DVDs mostly, I don't anticipate a lot of TV watching, but who knows, maybe I can actually keep up with one of my shows while I'm at school. I mean, we could watch DVDs on her computer, but the sound is really terrible. And if I get a new TV and an HDMI cable, we can just watch everything on YouTube through my laptop on the TV. I COULD WATCH PONIES ON A TV. I don't know, it's still hypothetical. (or, you know, I could just ask for it for my birthday, since Julia got a freaking 40 inch TV for Christmas and I don't want one that's very big at all.)
I am also coming really close to just wanting to chop all my hair off. I'm trying to grow it out now, but it just looks bad and is hard to do anything with, and I either need bangs or layering or something, my forehead needs some coverage because this widow's peak isn't doing me any favors. I really just want to crop it down to the couple of inches I had it at before I went to Wells... but I have to wait it out, it's going to look terrible before it looks better. I'll figure out what I want to do with it a couple of weeks before I go back to campus, I guess. I should just leave it alone and forget about it for the next two months. But I can't just forget about it because it's making me look bad... ugh. If I get the job, I'll do something nice with it, if I don't, why fucking bother, I barely leave the house except to walk around the block and go to appointments, and god knows my therapist doesn't care if my hair looks bad.
Okay, that's enough random babble for one night, time for bed.
- Music:Rilo Kiley - Portions For Foxes
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