The war's not mine to fight
So, I've been pretty scarce on LJ over the last few weeks. Mostly, this is because I've been having unreasonable freak-outs about writing my B.A. and grad school and the like. Seriously, on a scale of 1 to 10, where three is the appropriate level of stress and 10 is, I don't know, becoming a supervillain in a comic book and destroying the world, I've probably been at a six or seven. Also, I seem to be developing a strange anxiety about answering or even reading my e-mail. Clearly, I need to be done with school for the year.
As it turns out, I'll be going to the University of North Carolina for grad school next year. I have to teach French--matter of fact, I have to do what one might call a buttload for the entirety of my tenure there--but I'll be getting enough money per semester to pay my own rent and buy my own crap, which is kind of exciting. Plus, the people there have all been super nice. Hence my anxiety--I have to send the nice people who have sent me nice e-mails some sort of nice reply. Urgh. I can only hope that UNC will be as conducive to being a weirdo hermit as U of C is. And of course, the good thing about grad school is that, if I don't like it, the M.A.'s only two years or so, so I'm out lickety-split and off to find something else to do with myself.
On the hobby front, I've actually been fairly productive; I made some ginger-bread cranberry muffins today, and I have a knit vest and a fanvid in the works. I'm 10,000 words into a ficathon story that's supposed to be at least 20,000 words but will probably end up being 80,000 words, and of course a draft is due April 30th, but I'm oddly optimistic about that. (Which is better than how I feel about my B.A., which honestly I want never to look at again but on which I must write at least five or six pages and probably more like eight pages.) I've been watching a lot of Roseanne--yes, I know, I'm only twenty years or so behind, but a lot of the episodes are on YouTube, and I really like it. I'm not much of a sitcom person, but I really like all the characters (except for Becky sometimes, but only because I find her very difficult to relate to). I like that the main married couple seem to actually like each other, despite their constant mockery. Sometimes I watch sitcoms of the "stupid luggish husband and smart but harpy-like wife" variety and can't imagine that these people even like each other, much less love each other, but Roseanne and Dan are really cute. Plus, I cannot even believe how many queer characters there are. Not one-episode ones, but important recurring ones. Probably the most non-straight characters I've ever seen on a TV show that isn't Will & Grace, Torchwood, or some flavor of Queer as Folk or The L Word.
Which reminds me, what's up with those National Organization for Marriage ads, the freaky ones where they're going on about "The storm is coming, and I am afraid!" Seriously, what on earth is so scary? Most of the stuff they're talking about in the ad doesn't have anything to do with gay marriage, it has to do with anti-discrimination laws. And when that one guy's like, "They're trying to change the way I live!, I always think, "How? Is your whole happiness predicated on same-sex couples' lack of marriage rights? Do you come home after a day at work and think, 'Well, sure my boss demoted me, but gay people can't file their taxes jointly, so all in all, it was a good day!' Do you genuinely believe that if gay marriage is legalized, you're going to be forced to marry one of the dudes from Queer Eye while the Village People play in the background?" Seriously. So ridiculous.
In gross news, my bathroom walls are leaking brown fluid. What's scary is, this is nothing new. I just caught it in the act today. I don't think it'd even be worth it to go to MAC with it right now, since I'll be leaving in June and I'm pretty sure they'd have to tear the plaster off my bathroom wall to get to the problem. Stupid plumbing.
I should go do something productive. I stayed up until 2 in the morning last night trying to figure out Adobe Premiere and editing the first draft of my fanvid, but I'd just as soon not be up that late tonight.
As it turns out, I'll be going to the University of North Carolina for grad school next year. I have to teach French--matter of fact, I have to do what one might call a buttload for the entirety of my tenure there--but I'll be getting enough money per semester to pay my own rent and buy my own crap, which is kind of exciting. Plus, the people there have all been super nice. Hence my anxiety--I have to send the nice people who have sent me nice e-mails some sort of nice reply. Urgh. I can only hope that UNC will be as conducive to being a weirdo hermit as U of C is. And of course, the good thing about grad school is that, if I don't like it, the M.A.'s only two years or so, so I'm out lickety-split and off to find something else to do with myself.
On the hobby front, I've actually been fairly productive; I made some ginger-bread cranberry muffins today, and I have a knit vest and a fanvid in the works. I'm 10,000 words into a ficathon story that's supposed to be at least 20,000 words but will probably end up being 80,000 words, and of course a draft is due April 30th, but I'm oddly optimistic about that. (Which is better than how I feel about my B.A., which honestly I want never to look at again but on which I must write at least five or six pages and probably more like eight pages.) I've been watching a lot of Roseanne--yes, I know, I'm only twenty years or so behind, but a lot of the episodes are on YouTube, and I really like it. I'm not much of a sitcom person, but I really like all the characters (except for Becky sometimes, but only because I find her very difficult to relate to). I like that the main married couple seem to actually like each other, despite their constant mockery. Sometimes I watch sitcoms of the "stupid luggish husband and smart but harpy-like wife" variety and can't imagine that these people even like each other, much less love each other, but Roseanne and Dan are really cute. Plus, I cannot even believe how many queer characters there are. Not one-episode ones, but important recurring ones. Probably the most non-straight characters I've ever seen on a TV show that isn't Will & Grace, Torchwood, or some flavor of Queer as Folk or The L Word.
Which reminds me, what's up with those National Organization for Marriage ads, the freaky ones where they're going on about "The storm is coming, and I am afraid!" Seriously, what on earth is so scary? Most of the stuff they're talking about in the ad doesn't have anything to do with gay marriage, it has to do with anti-discrimination laws. And when that one guy's like, "They're trying to change the way I live!, I always think, "How? Is your whole happiness predicated on same-sex couples' lack of marriage rights? Do you come home after a day at work and think, 'Well, sure my boss demoted me, but gay people can't file their taxes jointly, so all in all, it was a good day!' Do you genuinely believe that if gay marriage is legalized, you're going to be forced to marry one of the dudes from Queer Eye while the Village People play in the background?" Seriously. So ridiculous.
In gross news, my bathroom walls are leaking brown fluid. What's scary is, this is nothing new. I just caught it in the act today. I don't think it'd even be worth it to go to MAC with it right now, since I'll be leaving in June and I'm pretty sure they'd have to tear the plaster off my bathroom wall to get to the problem. Stupid plumbing.
I should go do something productive. I stayed up until 2 in the morning last night trying to figure out Adobe Premiere and editing the first draft of my fanvid, but I'd just as soon not be up that late tonight.