Blather, rinse, repeat

Yeah, totally having to own the Wuthering Heights DVD. I watched the second half last night (with a quart of Cherry Garcia,) and I about died in many different ways.

Aside from the WTF ENDING, seriously, what the hell makes anyone think they can change Heathcliff's death?

( I tried to close his eyes: to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life- like gaze of exultation before any one else beheld it. )

Okay, he does not pop a cap in his ass and lie there still managing to look inexplicably hot. Yeah, so aside from that. We'll just pretend that never happened.

Digression: While searching for Heathcliff's real death scene so I could C&P without having to type it all out, Google had a suggestion for me: ( No, Google, I did not! )
WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. The other thing I didn't like was that they made Linton the younger sort of likeable. In the book he was a whiny bitch.

However, the rest of it was so true to the spirit of the book that I loved, it was, yeah, a litgasm. I was so glad they gave Cathy her head-bashing cray-cray scene, and I got honestly teary-eyed into my empty ice cream vat during the "CATHERINE!" "HEATHCLIFF!" scene on the moors.

So, last post I was raving about how T-Hard had the grace and restraint to play Heathcliff with such quiet, seething menace which he can express with just his eyes. Or crushing betrayal, without even using words. And that he can gorgeously deliver dialogue that could sound dated and cheesy but instead just flows from him. He did most of the movie in a low rumble that seriously gave me a ridiculous voice kink. You know, where I get all effusive and start saying junk like "his voice is like melty dark chocolate, or a big sweater, or a stiletto through the heart" etc.

SEVEN MINUTES IN, LISTEN.



UNNNFFFF. He is just so creepy, horrible, irredeemable, but as Heathcliff should be, you have to love him anyway, even though you hate yourself for loving him, the puppy killer.

So he did most of the movie with that kind of intensity and restraint, but after Catherine dies he has a moment where he just screams and I was like, ARRRRRGGGHHH along with him.

OMG, he should be in every single movie. I mean this. Every. Single. Movie.

I don't even care that they didn't bother to age him eighteen + years through the movie, just WHATEVS, he stays beautiful, I love him at 5:00 on, or really through the whole thing:



Ahhh he's so pretty, I can't even.

So, okay, I'm done for now.

SWEET PYGMY JESUS, TOM HARDY AS HEATHCLIFF.

I've been jonzing to look at something else with T-Hard in it, since Inception and RockNRolla. Inception, which was really kind of just nifty for me, obviously ate my entire soul with its glorious cast, enough to make me fanpoodle. RockNRolla, tons of fun. Tom Hardy, sex even when he's camwhoring like a moron.

Wuthering Heights, I say without shame, is one of my favorite books ever written. So rarely done well on screen.

Thank you for not making Heathcliff some sympathetic victim. He killed puppies, okay, let's not get too far away from that. And while I can totally do without puppy-killing in a movie, I mean, the fact remains that Heathcliff was really kind of a monster. Obviously he didn't have too much of a choice and all (if you go by cycles of abuse and the nonexistent recourse that abused people had in that setting) but seriously: unrepentant.

OMG, thank you, T-Hard, for giving Heathcliff such quiet menace and thinly controlled rage, unnnnnffff, thank you for not having to yell and scream in order to convey that kind of wrathful heartbreak that we all wish we could act on. Umm, sometimes.

I think it's sad that people miss the point that Wuthering Heights makes about the cycle of abuse, the idea of which was so ahead of its time. It saddens me that people just see it as some kind of early romance novel. The book was so difficult, brutal and heartbreaking. And so, at its heart, about child abuse. (I'm getting repetitive; sorry. It's late? Long, emotional day, topped by this film?)

I remember my professor from college, she was mad awesome and I valued her so much, and her opinions which I either agreed with naturally or quickly adopted, because she was just right most of the time and because she had such passion for literature. We used to have these endless conversations about the assigned books, in her office or after class, and one time she had a tea party at her house where a bunch of other English majors sat and geeked out for hours. We'd hang around and talk about who we'd cast as our heroes and villains.

Once, she told me that she could only picture Catherine as me, since she'd met me. Another professor disagreed, saying I wasn't insane enough. (He was lovely, I doted on him. But he didn't quite get me. ;D ) In fact when she said that, we were discussing the scene where Catherine flips her crap and starts bashing her head in (I haven't seen that part yet; the movie is a two-parter and I really, really hope they go there.)

I know I could never do any kind of justice to something like that, but it was fun to speculate. Catherine was insane; she was so maladjusted, manic, depressive, violent. My professor's favorite line in the book was when Catherine says, "I am Heathcliff. Like, she's so passionate it consumes her entire identity.

I remember another student positing that Catherine and Heathcliff had never banged, because, she said, if they had, "The moors would have caught fire!" I begged to differ; of course they banged, jesus. It's not like they were just crushing on each other.

I'm not yet sure how I feel about Charlotte Riley as Catherine, though. She's beautiful and has the best hair I've ever seen. The costume design they did for her was pretty cool. But she came across as kind of funky, edgy and free-spirited, rather than the BITCH CRAZY I've always preferred her. Why do we not push the envelope with Catherine? Though like I said, I haven't yet watched part two. She's still got time to be all head-bashing and baby-shaking. (Although, they gave the head-bashing scene to Heathcliff already, so.)

UNNNNNNGGGG Tom Hardy is so hot and scary in this. He plays it real quiet but that makes him more intimidating. He's all "Beeatch you'd better get used to appeasing me" and I'm all, homeboy I'd appease you like a screen door in a hurricane, shyeeet.

One other thing I notice about this is how easy it would be to get the dialogue all damn wrong. When you read it on the page, it could easily come across as stilted and false. This movie suffers no such flaw. It just flows. There's something about—yes--Tom Hardy's delivery that's really, really simple.

If anyone here hasn't heard him speak, do so.

Anyway, I am so floored when people make acting seem so effortless. You have to be really unselfconscious, that's for sure. I mean you totally have to utterly, without reserve, completely not care wtf anyone thinks of you at any time, ever. I hope that by my use of many adverbs you can understand how true that is. It seems such a simple thing, but it isn't: to let go of that "but what if someone judges me?" and "how do I look when I say or do these things?"

(This is why I could never really act. Not in a dramatic role, I mean. Making people laugh or whatever, that's different. When they laugh, it's because you're doing it on purpose. Umm, my own issues. Anyway.)

Okay, I've already gone on like thirty paragraphs longer than I meant to. This has made me want to dig up the paper I wrote on this book. I know it's in a drawer somewhere with the rest of all my damn papers I wrote for my BA.

So, yeah, Tired!Effusive!me has gone on way too long.

Everyone should look at Tom Hardy. I want to share him like Christopher Nolan seems to want to. He's brilliant, to use an already overused word for actors. No, but he really is.

So, things are just kind of plodding along as usual, not that it's necessarily a bad thing.

Well, you know, I shouldn't exactly say that, even. There are some fantabulous things going on.

Joseph Gordon Levitt recommended my short film clip. Now, he's begun a collaboration on his website and I decided to join it, and I have an idea that I love so much it's keeping me awake at night. I want it to work so badly I'm practically peeing every moment.

And then, in school, there's this guy I thought was kind of attractive, and I creepy-stared at him enough so that he finally called me. A HOT GUY APPROACHES. JULES USES CREEPY STARING. IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE. Actually, he tried to text me but texted my landline instead (which made my phone do a Dramatic Reading of his "LOL" that I will save just for hilarity's sake.) I might try to get to know him but honestly? Yeah, I'm not getting burned again. No way, no day oh my brothers and only friends. Still, he seems nice. I hope he will stay nice and can merit a really cool code name. I'd have to think of a good one. You can hardly beat "Chocolate" for a cute-guy name, though sadly that one is ruined forever.

So, those are some essssiting things that have happened, right? Or maybe my life is fantastically boring and I get a thrill off the littlest things. :D

I do get a thrill off the littlest things, though! Got my outdoors Halloween decorations up, but hurray on that. But it rained bitches and hos today so the wires all shorted out. Blast. Still. Halloween. ^_^

Umm, I made an Inception fanvid. What, don't even judge me.

I bought some new fishes! I'm not going to put up pics until they live long enough to be off the critical list. My heart is still broken for Leon and Kyarotto. Maybe I'll get another betta, but I'll have to know for sure that it's The One.

Umm, Friday I was so late for clinic that I missed my first appointment. I left in plenty of time, but the road to the school flooded and I think that a hitch-hiker got injured by a car on the turnpike. I called the clinic from my car, hysterical, all "OMG I am so sorry to be late for clinic, I am so awful!" and my supervisor is the nicest, most mellow guy in the world. He was all, "Yeah, there was an accident, nothing you can do about it. Just get here when you get here." I saw all the flares in the road and I was thinking, Sure I'm super late for clinic and this blows and I'm totally losing my zen, but obviously someone is having a much worse day than I am." It didn't make me feel better though.

I thought for sure I was going to have to make up a treatment, but instead there was time for me to get a treatment – which I get credit for if I do an evaluation. ^_^ I felt as if I'd gotten rewarded for being late.

Then as I was doing writeups I heard said supervisor talking to another student about the merits of gaming. Now you have to imagine, this is not the kind of guy you'd picture being a hard-core gamer. He's very zen, so rational and authoritative but in a sort of gentle way. Then he went on to say that he was such a geek, he'd gotten caught by a former student at the RenFest upstate, in full viking costume.

That's when I cut into the conversation to say that I'd gone to the RenFest in costume, too. I told him I'd cosplayed Raistlin Majere - fully expecting him to say, "Who's that?" Instead he said, "RAISTLIN, OMG, BEST CHARACTER EVER WRITTEN." So we did across-the-room high fives over Raistlin and then he was like, "But...you're a girl." I told him, Yes, but, think about Raistlin. He did, for a few seconds and then said, "You know what, you're right. It takes a girl to cosplay Raistlin."

Then we geeked out over Dragonlance and Resident Evil.

It was fly.

I know you're not bored of seeing pictures of my dogs by Halloween decorations. You can't even lie to me; I can feel it coming through in waves through my computer screen.

( You want to look at my photograhs. )

This entry is so rambly and disjointed that even I'm annoyed with myself. God! I'm just all, GAH, I want to make this commercial and I have to wait until I have everyone in one place. Meanwhile I have the whole thing scripted in my head and can't quit patting myself on the back over how funny I think it's going to be. It's a total sleep-vampire.

Well, honestly, I can't even read myself anymore, so I'm going to shut up now. ^_^

ETA I took my plants in for the season today. Is it sad that I have a "plants" tag?

Was just heading to bed, though reading back on this little (HUGE) fandom community and found this posted picture with what I think is the best reply ever:

( Could you even do that? )

I can't even tell you how hard I laughed.

It's stupid o'clock.

And I have to get up at 7 tomorrow for the massive yard sale that is going to net Mom and I thousands of dollars.

LOL etc.

Yesterday the guy I'm digging gave me a call. Well, returned my call anyway, and we had a pretty cool conversation. The charity group he's with is kind of amazing and they're touring around the country in cars, vans and buses, things like that. Which is quite neat! I don't think I could do that for so long. I'd get homesick.

So that's the update on that.

First midterm tomorrow. WTF.

Also, another strange thing happened yesterday and I'm still confused and wondering about it. My favorite high school teacher emailed me out of the blue and said, "Are you there?" I said, Sure I was, wassup? Because I mean, like, high school, that's a damn long time ago, although I did track him down two years ago and email him to thank him for involving me in science back then and getting me started down this track. He's amazing, BTW. Then he wrote back and just said, "Let me know what's going on in your corner of the universe."

Which I am glad to do, and really quite thrilled to hear from him.

It's weird, because at work on Saturday, I ran into a guy I went to school with, and he was one of the, maybe three people who was really cool to me. Actually what you'd consider a friend, now that I'm thinking of it.

But still, how random, right? I wonder if anything's up? I should really stop thinking the worst in every case. I was going to Act Casual, and expect the best, and be an optimist, remember? Yes, so that's what I'm going to do.

I know I probably say this way too often but I love these warm nights when we go outside and do forms in Kung Fu. Especially weapons. That's what we did tonight. Snarklit has returned from school though we were minus the Gold Dragon and Te Ji Nan. Still a fun group.

While we were outside doing sword and staff, two guys started watching us from across the parking lot. Actually, a few people came out to watch, but these two were very intent. One was young, blond and built, like maybe a dude who lifts weights or something. The other who was with him was sort of the opposite of everything I said. They started videotaping us. Not even taking photos, but videos. I pointed them out to Sifu and a few others and we were all sort of like, "Uhh, yeah, LOL... hmm." Anyway, eventually they went into the school where the Empress and CC were practicing for a demo. I went in to see what was up, and saw the blond guy signing up.

I probably would have signed up too, but it's maybe hard to understand that you don't touch a weapon until you're in the advanced class, and you don't touch a sword until at least green belt. New people never stay, but it's always kind of neat when they try. I always get psyched when someone new comes in. But, usually it's just the same core group it's been for years.

So the other day I randomly missed listening to Iron Maiden. They were one of my biggest in high school. In fact when SB's mom was pregnant with him and living with us, and she took over my bedroom and I moved into the spare room ("the music room" is what it was usually called.) I was 16 and didn't like being out of my bedroom. I couldn't sleep unless I had Iron Maiden's "Seventh Son Of A Seventh Son" on repeat, as well as the lights on. I would fall asleep listening to that CD and wake up with it still playing, and whichever song was on was an omen about how my school day was going to go.

So I downloaded a few old favorites of mine, such as Aces High, Wasted Years, Run To The Hills and Caught Somewhere In Time. Which always reminds me of when I played that song for my Mom in the car once and she thought he was saying, "Go somewhere and turn." I still have "7th Son" on CD somewhere in my room and I plan to dig it out and upload it. Unfortunately the rest of my Maiden music is all on cassette. Curse my entire generation for its lack of foresight. Anyway, it was sort of fantastic to be driving down the road again to Maiden's oft-imitated definitive galloping bass-beat and Bruce Dickenson's earnest wail. I had a crush when I was a kid. I think he even made it into one of my stories as a famous fencer or something.

What else what else? My fish tank is still mothereffing cloudy. WHY? It's getting me so upset! I want to see my fishes in clean, clear water.

Umm, finished RE4 for like, the fifth time or something, I don't know. Finished re-watching Sorcerer Hunters. Closing out Kenshin, the ones I never bothered seeing. They're pretty disappointing. Gonna download a new book to read tonight, kind of excited about that. And I suppose that everyone can guess that that way over-colored anime-style drawing is of/for that guy I'm crushing on, who is going away for three months after we totally had a really nice time getting to know each other, eff my life? Naww but I'm all for the good causes. So yeah, that's what that was about.

The rest is school, work, revising, and the usual, I think. Yes, the usual. :)

Last night, one of my good friends from The Bad Place came up from VA, and she, My Wonderful Glassworker Friend and I all went to this fantastic Indian restaurant. The restaurant was part train. No I mean seriously, like it was made out of a church with a train car stuck to it.



We got to eat in the train part. I was so happy. We had a maaahhhvelous time, just like we all used to when we'd get together every few weeks. The food was interesting. I mean, it was delicious, but so damn hot I was pretty sure my lips were bleeding at one point. They felt like they were about three feet big, and throbbing. Glassworker asked me, "What's in the dish you ordered?" and I told her, "Eggplant, tomatoes, onions and fire." They each had a taste of it and remarked on how mild it was, meanwhile I felt like someone had put a blowtorch in my mouth. Maybe it's just me!

But still, it was delish, and I had been wanting to try something daring, food-wise.

Today, I'm trying a "fast," LOL. My version of a fast is to eat fruit, though. So the actual "fast" part doesn't really work out. I had some watermelon and some honeydew melon. I can't do the whole "not eating" thing. I know it's good for you, but I start to feel really sick, headachey, all that kind of fun stuff.

Oh, going back a few days, Thursday was my third day in clinic. It went all right up until I took my client into the wrong room, and proceeded to do an entire treatment on someone else's table, which was already booked. I felt like such a goddamn moron. The girl whose room I had accidentally stolen is in her second trimester in clinic and she was very cool about it. She said it was no big deal and I shouldn't worry, etc. for which I was very grateful. But honestly. I need to think a little!

Aside from that, it's not bad. I have nice patients (*knock on wood* I swear, I don't think I could handle hostility,) and they've given me really nice reviews.

So hey, if anyone could give me some advice about a cloudy fish tank that will nto clear up no matter what, I'd love it. Yes, I've googled it. Yes, I've had the water tested and yes, I've tried: changing the water, treating the water, not changing the water, changing the filter, not changing the filter, changing the pH, adding salt, adding Cycle, feeding less, and using different foods. I've had the water tested, and the ammonia is a tad high (still fighting that, too, to absolutely no avail,) and this seems like a "bacteria bloom." But nothing has worked to clear it up. I'm getting really frustrated and I don't want my fish to get sick. My 20 gallon tank is fine. WTF? It's the same goddamn water.

Right now I'm waiting on that really cool guy that I like to let me know what time he's done with work tonight, because we're going to meet up, hurray. :)

Meanwhile, here's a picspam.

( Havok is interested in The Big Bang: )

( Two dogs forcing grooming on each other. )

( This is Sano telling me, NO, I DO NOT WISH TO GO INSIDE. )

( Havok taking one of his violent baths. )

( My poor car! Samaras fell all over it. )

( My nice garden and pond: )

( Peekaboo robin! )

This one is too cute to cut:


Okay! So I have a few hours yet to draw, paint, revise, whatever. :)

Yesterday was my first day in the clinic, and it went much better than I had been expecting. It seemed so complicated when I went last trimester for orientation, but once we noobs got into the experience, it seemed much simpler. I'm sure next week will be even easier. I seriously had nightmares about it the entire night before. But, I did not: kill anyone, burn the building down, or lock myself into the storage room and starve.

Most people begin working on students who go for a stand-by, but I got three new clients, and none of them had ever had a massage before. I hope I did all right, but honestly I felt as if I'd forgotten everything I learned. And even though the treatments were shorter than anything I've done in class (we've done 90 minute treatments, and these were only about 40 minutes because all of my patients were late,) I still had no idea how to fill the time. They felt like the longest treatments I'd ever done.

Hopefully that "OMFG WHAT AM I DOING?!!!" phase will fade quickly.

It was funny how I scoffed at having to wear a white lab coat as if I were some SUPRA-SPESHUL PROFESSIONAL, but once I put it on, I thought I looked cool and didn't want to take it off. "That's right, I'm in clinic now, looking all like Scully." Though not really.

It's a long day, Thursdays – I have to get up at 6:30, drive like hell to get there on time and hopefully not get caught in traffic (if you're late, you can't make up the quiz,) and then I'm there till 7 PM.

I had off today and cleaned the house like a demon, got all my summer clothes out, (ever hopeful!) scrubbed the bathroom and kitchen, vacuumed and mopped the floors, a bit of yard-work and aviary-cleaning, watered all the plants, put more winter stuff away, and had mad allergy attacks.

Tomorrow I'm working and then hopefully getting together with the Cutest Boy In School but now he might not be in town tomorrow? Ugh! I hope that's not the case. He lives super far away. But we talked a while on the phone. He's a health / nutrition nut (which rocks) and he doesn't drink, but likes to sing karaoke. How much fun is that? Hope he'll make it out here. That's all after work of course (if it does happen,) and I'm working two places tomorrow and extra time.

Sunday's going to pretty much be the bomb after work too. Going to see Iron Man 2 with Mom, My Wonderful Glassworker Best Friend, Lady Chrysanthemum, and Crow Lady. Looking forward to that. :)

Tonight I'm going to eat Healthy Choice ice cream and play Resident Evil at Mom's house.

But, yeah! The original point of this post was my first day in the clinic, and how it was not a massive disaster. Think I can probably handle it.

Hmm, quite saddened at the death of goth musician / occasional Playgirl model / occasional hottie Peter Steele today. I totally remember seeing their videos on Headbanger's Ball and giggling at lyrics that sounded like they took themselves way too seriously:

Now it's all Hallows Eve - the moon is full
will she trick or treat? I bet she will!
...She's got a date at midnight - with Nosferatu
oh baby, Lilly Munster - ain't got nothing on you.

I wasn't a big fan or anything, but my semi-goth ass was always aware of Type O Negative and their impact on music and goth "culture" back then, and this guy was pretty young, so, yeah. Unexpectedly saddened by this.

Aside from that sad bit of news, as of today I'm done with this trimester's finals. I got 100 on med massage written and practical, 100 on Swedish tech, 97 on kinesiology (I'm so relieved, because I was really sweating that test!) and in pathology, Asian Bodyworks and Qi Gong, I don't know yet.

I'm just glad they're done. It was a lot, this trimester.

Today I went upstairs to study, in my favorite comfy chair, and who walks in but my current school-crush? Which, yeah, I realize I sound like I'm in middle school. But this guy is just too cutewith his long brown hair and big eyes, and his best friend is awesomely funny, and the two of them together crack me up. Soon his best friend joined him, and they sat on the comfy couch next to my comfy chair to do studying of their own.

I always get a little socially inept shy around attractive guys, and I really didn't know what to say to them. Then I accidentally kicked the heater and the entire front panel fell off. I said, "Oh my, I just broke the school," and then had to add, "BUILDING KICK,"* and that seemed to have broken my own awkwardness.

Eventually we just all started talking, and it got to a point where I felt like pretty soon we were going to go visit Hagrid, or go to Hogsmeade or something.

So, I got my good grades, got to sit next to the cutest boy in school and his cool best friend, and got to say BUILDING KICK all in one day. I was happy.



*Gacked, as usual, from the lovely skitty_kitty, BUILDING KICK:



LOL, WUT.

Today was a spectrum. Hard tests, easy tests, good people to talk to, sunshine, terrible traffic.

It really started on my way to school at ridiculous o'clock this morning, with my iPod battery run down and me listening to the radio while sitting in the parking lot known as the LIE. (It took me two hours to get to school. Honestly!) When my iPod runs down I listen to the radio. I have somehow always used the radio as some kind of dumb oracle – not that I really believe in Radio Oracle or anything, but just for my own amusement. These days I pay a little more attention, because sometimes I hear a song that makes me think of Dad. More honestly, sometimes songs feel like signs. Sometimes so much that I can't deny it.

So I heard the Beatles song Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da ,which, you know the chorus, "life goes on"? That was one of my Dad's favorite sayings, along with "You never know." He always told me what I should, and should not do, when he was gone. "Don't be crying all the time. You'll be sad, but you're only feeling sad for yourself, not for the person who's gone. And what are you gonna do? Life goes on." And I remember my brother saying that the day I called him to tell him, he was riding around on the subway, despondent and with nowhere to go. A lady got on the train and sat across from him, with a bag that read in big letters, "LIFE GOES ON." So, since then I've always felt like that was Dad's message to me. Well, to all of us, I guess. Though I try to be really positive about that and take it as something inspiring, it's still hard to come to terms with the fact that he can't just tell me those words.

Well, by the time I got to school I was just trying to be zen and hope that I hadn't missed the beginning of my final. (I hadn't. The teacher was late, too. Ha! :D ) The first final, Qi Gong, was a breeze. The whole class was over in 45 minutes, which gave me some time to study for Asian Bodyworks3. That's fill-in-the-blanks kind of thing, not this multiple choice stuff we always get in America. (My Wonderful Glassworker Friend is from Germany, where exams are actually exams, and she was appalled when she came here and saw all these multiple choices. "It's like they already gave you the answer!" We are spoiled and hand-held here.) That test was a little more challenging, but I think I must have gotten at least in the 90s.

Then I had tons of time to kill. I spent some of it studying, some tutoring, some chatting with a teacher, some of it sitting outside in the sun pretending to study, and much of it talking to some really interesting people. This made my day much more enjoyable. Seemed like everyone was at once both frantic about finals, but still smiling about everything anyway. I actually met a guy who used to train with my Sifu, an actual training brother! What are the chances? He recognized the Chinese writing on my pants. How funny! And his charming friend. ^_^

The final final of the day, kinesiology... well, let's just not talk about that one, shall we? O_O No but seriously, I knew it was going to be challenging, and I really do like challenging tests. Because so many of them have been to damn easy, and sometimes I really feel like I'm sailing through this school. But this test had some flat-out difficult questions, and really by the end of it, I was thinking that I would be happy if I could pull a 90. Which, I usually strive for the clean sweep, 100. I mean, wow. I was stunned.

But! I didn't hit much traffic on my way home. I had the radio on again, and what do you think? Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da! I couldn't not take it as a sign, and I was thinking, you know, "Life goes on, I know. I'm trying!" And then I thought, Well, what if it's not about my life going on? What if the message was about my Dad, more or less?

Which, I know, is weird. I don't mean it in a religious way, which I hope everyone in the world knows by now: I am the least religious person I know, I think. I'm a big science geek and logic-fiend. I'm also Taoist, to a point. As much as I can understand it.

Anyway. That was my day.

Tomorrow I can sleep a little later, spend the rest of the day in school, but only two more finals. Then I'm done for two weeks. Yeah! And off of work this weekend, too! I hope to see Jo-chan this weekend, who, by the way, she got accepted into this amazing college. Jo-chan in college. Words don't even.

But for now, I'm going to Mom's to watch our usual anime, have a snack, a cup of tea, yammer for a while. Then back here and try to get some sleep.

I'm sure I'll have more babbling to unload after the last few finals are over. ^_^


ETA: Wait, how could I forget this moment of awesome? In the cafe today, when I first sat down to study, there were two girls a few tables behind me studying together, and another woman about my age or so, alone at the table in front of them. So the two girls together started quizzing each other and one asked the other, "So, peripheral nervous system. A cluster of cells in the PNS."

And without even blinking, the woman behind me said, "You're a PNS."

I about died laughing and so did the other two girls. I was mostly so pleased that I'm not the only adult woman in the school who is also twelve years old.