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ZOMG!
This week has been exhausting. A variety of factors have caused this, but I think the whole business can be summed up nicely by the word television.
Which is not to say that studying hasn't been a major factor in my lack-of-sleep, it's just that Starbuck and Wilson have had a greater contribution :)
Seriously though, the new routine is pretty knackering. I spend four plus hours a day on a train, haven't had a real lunch break all week and go the whole day tuesdays and thursdays without going to the loo between eight in the morning and ten pm. What with the extra stuff this week (prize giving, open day etc), I usually get the feeling like I'm falling through everything with no time to take a breather. Which doesn't explain how I've managed to watch, ooh, thirty-five hours of television/films this week...
I've started House season two. Hee. It's waay better than the first season. Or at least it is when Stacy and House aren't having the 'we totally love each other but I/she hates him/me and I/she is totally married and we really shouldn't be working together but we are, oh what should we do?' conversation, which happens at least once every first ten episodes without fail. Grr! But, thankfully, she has gooone and we can breathe deep in the Wilson-is-so-adorably-sad storyline we got now. Plus, I am so shipping Wilson/House! My radar's all over the place! Hee! It's so magical! And co-habiting!
Oh Starbuck. Oh deary me. I've gotten hold of the mini-series of BSG and have watched it three times already (that's nine hours right there). In fact, you could say it's entirely Kara's fault that I only got one hour's sleep on tuesday night, except that that would be mostly a lie. But certainly, deciding at one am that you want to spent three hours watching BSG because OMG STARBUCK! can be debilitating to the sleep-deprived. I thought it was really good. A lot slower than the fraught episodes of the first season which, while the omgwe'reallgonnadiezomg! has its charms, was nice for giving us a detailed sketch of the characters.
Apollo wins in the pilot too, plus the extreme UST between Lee and Kara is perfectly played (I loved the moment in the brig, where Lee stops being a prissy bitch all for Kara, and also the I-thought-you-were-dead scene, the contrast between all the kisses for the others and the hot hot UST for Lee and Kara :D That made me so happy!) Shippiness is da bomb, baby.
Lost!!!: Well, that was anticlimatic. No big love, no really interesting answers - yes, now we know about the button (wasn't Locke's 'I was wrong!' the best line ever? Other than 'Lee Adama loves me', of course. And 'Rose Tyler, I-') and all about Des and stuff (it was totally the OC! It was all Cal's evil plan! I want Julie Cooper! Now! *madhot cravings*) but the only really interesting things are: OMG DES CRASHED THE PLANE!!! and wtf is up with Charlie??? Oh, and the Kate/Jack :DDD And the lilac skies. AND THE FOOT OMG!!! That was SO freaky! FOUR TOES! ARGH!!!!
I hate over-punctuation but Lost!!! makes me do it, I'm sorry! I swear the real me will return shortly... The episode wasn't that bad. It just didn't have 'This finale will blow your socks off!' written on it like last time. It would have made a good mid-season ep, but it loses as a climax :(
In addition to millions of Houses and eleven hours of BSG (three times pilot plus this week's s2 eps) I've watched this weeks 4400 and Lost!!! and David Tennant being adorable in Who do you think you are (which is appropriately named this week). Sugar Rush has already ended, which maketh me sad. And I've seen a couple of films, including The Grave of the Fireflies, which made me weep buckets. Every time Seito began to cry I sobbed miserably, and then again at the end with all the Setsuko-is-adorable-but-dead montages :( And then I watched House and cried some more because he tried to walk and fell over, woe.
And now I'm about to watch Wilson (I don't know if I mentioned it, but I love Wilson. So so much. But not as much as Starbuck. Nah-uh.) in Much ado about nothing. Mum tells me he's rubbish in it but I care not. It's Wilson, man! Plus, it's got Kate Beckinsale, who I once had a strange scientists-in-eastern-europe-are-evil lesbian political-coup the-churches-are-bleeding! dream about, so this may be weird.
And then I will sleep. I should sleep. Even if House 216 is ready by then. I will pack my stuff (ooh, I take my laptop in tomorrow :D) and got to bed with the Time Traveller's Wife (c'mon, she needs some loving now her hubby's kicked it) and some hot chocolate.
For I have fine art tomorrow, and know not what the day may bring. Evil tutors, apparently. And, from what I can tell, lots of paint.