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...*falls over*
Oh, it's good to be home.
Happy belated Thanksgiving to all who celebrate it; happy Thursday to those who don't. It was Thursday, wasn't it? Or was it Wednesday?
See, that's the fantastic thing about being home - I can completely lose track of what day it is.
Of course, the Bio Project That Wouldn't Die still won't die, which means I'm going to spend a substantial amount of time these next few days getting that done, but at least the presentation's done. Granted, it was an intensely humiliating twenty minutes, since I hadn't a clue what I was talking about, but it's over and I don't have to worry about it any more.
Aside from the Thanksgiving celebrations themselves, which I spent with my cousins and immediate family, I've spent most of the break sleeping, playing Risk with my brother, working, and lollygagging around the house, which feels obscenely good after the last few weeks. I'm also made painfully aware that it's been near a month since I've written anything substantial. I'd like to say I'll be working on that, but the Project O'Death will still be looming the second I get back to school, so I suspect there'll be little truth to that statement till I hit winter break.
Man, those last few days, even I was starting to crave fresh air and sunlight. You know it's getting bad when I start doing that.
I'd almost forgotten how much I missed my family, my friends, and my dog until I was back home. Really, who else am I ever going to play Risk with? Who else can I sit in a Starbucks and laugh my ass off over jokes nobody else would find funny with? Who else is going to poke at me until I do my Bio work even though I'm on vacation?
I don't want to go back. Not really.
On another note, I went to see Enchanted today (checking off one of four Movies I Want To See) with Pixxi and Cain, after which we went out for crepes and coffee and giggled for hours on end. And I was reminded of how empty and bereft my life is without them. ;)
As for the film itself, I endorse it most enthusiastically. It's a funny, joyous movie that gives you the warm-fuzzy Disney feeling while skewering all those Disney cliches that my generation and the one before me grew up with. And it's got a musical number to die for.
Also,
*ahem* I promise I'm done now. *dusts off dignity*
An additional note: I has a haircut! I got it the day before Thanksgiving; picspam to come. My hair was halfway down my back before I cut it; I had planned to donate to Locks of Love, but it turns out they can't take hair that's been colored. I've been highlighting my hair for almost two years now, so donating wasn't an option. And by that point, all that hair was getting hard to take care of, so - voila. Six inches, gone in about two minutes. And to tell you the truth, I like my new haircut a lot better. My whole head feels lighter and freer without all that hair, and it's so much easier to take care of short hair than long - I'm using much less shampoo, for a start. Plus, my new haircut makes me look so much more mature. Maybe this'll finally put an end to my days of being handed the kids' menu.
Another late Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night.
Oh, it's good to be home.
Happy belated Thanksgiving to all who celebrate it; happy Thursday to those who don't. It was Thursday, wasn't it? Or was it Wednesday?
See, that's the fantastic thing about being home - I can completely lose track of what day it is.
Of course, the Bio Project That Wouldn't Die still won't die, which means I'm going to spend a substantial amount of time these next few days getting that done, but at least the presentation's done. Granted, it was an intensely humiliating twenty minutes, since I hadn't a clue what I was talking about, but it's over and I don't have to worry about it any more.
Aside from the Thanksgiving celebrations themselves, which I spent with my cousins and immediate family, I've spent most of the break sleeping, playing Risk with my brother, working, and lollygagging around the house, which feels obscenely good after the last few weeks. I'm also made painfully aware that it's been near a month since I've written anything substantial. I'd like to say I'll be working on that, but the Project O'Death will still be looming the second I get back to school, so I suspect there'll be little truth to that statement till I hit winter break.
Man, those last few days, even I was starting to crave fresh air and sunlight. You know it's getting bad when I start doing that.
I'd almost forgotten how much I missed my family, my friends, and my dog until I was back home. Really, who else am I ever going to play Risk with? Who else can I sit in a Starbucks and laugh my ass off over jokes nobody else would find funny with? Who else is going to poke at me until I do my Bio work even though I'm on vacation?
I don't want to go back. Not really.
On another note, I went to see Enchanted today (checking off one of four Movies I Want To See) with Pixxi and Cain, after which we went out for crepes and coffee and giggled for hours on end. And I was reminded of how empty and bereft my life is without them. ;)
As for the film itself, I endorse it most enthusiastically. It's a funny, joyous movie that gives you the warm-fuzzy Disney feeling while skewering all those Disney cliches that my generation and the one before me grew up with. And it's got a musical number to die for.
Also,
Dear Patrick Dempsey;
Thank you, thank you for being in something that's not Grey's Anatomy. Because I like you, I really do. I find you exceedingly charming. And I tried to sit through Grey's for you, I did, but I'm afraid even your substantial good looks and winning smile could not make up for the fact that I hated the show and found Dr. Shepperd to be an obnoxious philandering puss.
But here? Here, you're cynical yet sweet. You're weary and sarcastic but tenderhearted underneith. You're a character I can actually like in a movie that I love, which makes it much easier to enjoy your soulful eyes, toussled hair, gorgeous smile et al. And your reaction when Giselle starts singing is worth the price of admission alone.
So, in conclusion, thank you, and please do this more often.
Dear James Marsden;
Marry me.
Thank you. That'll be all.
Thank you, thank you for being in something that's not Grey's Anatomy. Because I like you, I really do. I find you exceedingly charming. And I tried to sit through Grey's for you, I did, but I'm afraid even your substantial good looks and winning smile could not make up for the fact that I hated the show and found Dr. Shepperd to be an obnoxious philandering puss.
But here? Here, you're cynical yet sweet. You're weary and sarcastic but tenderhearted underneith. You're a character I can actually like in a movie that I love, which makes it much easier to enjoy your soulful eyes, toussled hair, gorgeous smile et al. And your reaction when Giselle starts singing is worth the price of admission alone.
So, in conclusion, thank you, and please do this more often.
Dear James Marsden;
Marry me.
Thank you. That'll be all.
*ahem* I promise I'm done now. *dusts off dignity*
An additional note: I has a haircut! I got it the day before Thanksgiving; picspam to come. My hair was halfway down my back before I cut it; I had planned to donate to Locks of Love, but it turns out they can't take hair that's been colored. I've been highlighting my hair for almost two years now, so donating wasn't an option. And by that point, all that hair was getting hard to take care of, so - voila. Six inches, gone in about two minutes. And to tell you the truth, I like my new haircut a lot better. My whole head feels lighter and freer without all that hair, and it's so much easier to take care of short hair than long - I'm using much less shampoo, for a start. Plus, my new haircut makes me look so much more mature. Maybe this'll finally put an end to my days of being handed the kids' menu.
Another late Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night.
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