i don't know why i'm crying/am i suspended in gaffa?
suddenly my feet are made of mud
it all goes slo-mo
i don't know why i'm crying
am i suspended in gaffa?
not 'til i'm ready for you
not 'til i'm ready for you hoo hoo-oo-oo
(This song always makes me emotional for some reason when I listen to it. Not sure why.)
God, you guys, I don't even know what to say. I've been avoiding LJ* for like a week now, and I'm that at a loss what to say. (What's happened that's important enough to mention? What is anybody even going to care about? Is anyone still reading at all, or have they all lost patience?) Not a good sign.
(My hair was really dry and itchy today.)
Okay. I have a feeling this quarter is really going to stress me out. Faire is coming up May 3rd, so of course that's an easy guess...but because of how late Madrigal was this year, it seems like we have ridiculously small amount of time to get ready. I haven't even started writing my one fight. I still need to finish my dress. I need to practice my accent, and learn a bunch of new songs, and frankly, I feel like I don't even have that good a grasp on my character yet. I don't know her, because I haven't had any time to get to know her. And I was really looking forward to this one, too.
I have two song guild, one fight guild, one council, one dance and regular guild meeting each week. Plus some extra personal fight meetings. Plus I need to finish my dress and make a bag and find some kind of drinking vessel I can use, sometime soon. Assuming I can find the time. Plus I'm volunteering at the bone lab again, two hours twice a week.
And then there's, you know, classes. Which are kinda sort of okay. Or at least, Spanish and Bio are going okay. This quarter's Anthro...not so much.
I know I'm already in big trouble, because there's an assignment due tomorrow I can't even do because I forgot to tell my professor I never got the email to sign up for the place where I can turn it in. Oops.
I'm going to have fun explaining this little fuck-up tomorrow, I'm sure.
(It feels like I've been rushing directly from one thing to another and yet never getting any of it done, be it academic or personal.)
Also, I've been having trouble sleeping lately. Nothing severe or anything: just problems going to bed on time and problems waking up.
Last night I was so tired, randomly, I went to bed at eight. And then I woke up at eleven and couldn't fall asleep until four.
And earlier this week I had a bizarre dream, of which I solely remember this: keeping a live litter of kittens in a ziploc bag is not particularly a wise idea, really.
Yeah, I don't know.
(I have this sudden urge to take a walk to a place I've never been. Except there's no place I can go.)
BSG starts in two days, you guys. After all this waiting, this is it. The beginning of the end. Can you believe it? I know I sure can't.
You know, I'm honestly stunned at myself that I feel this way, but part of me almost seems to feel like...the new season's starting too fast. I almost want to wait a little longer. (Or at least, that's the way part of me feels.) Partially, selfishly and rather childishly, because there was a bunch of fic I wanted to get written before it started that now I probably never will because it's all about to become moot. But also partially because, as stated: beginning of the end. Right now it's all still in the realm of potential and possibility, but soon that won't be the case anymore.
The last chapter of the book is coming. The story is winding to a close. And as much as I'm looking forward to it, part of me still wishes it never had to stop.
On a much less emo BSG note, some of you may have heard that SciFi has the S4 photo gallery up. Not much spoilery there, though there's enough to raise a few questions. Not to mention eyebrows.
So, these two both involve some of my favorite people (oh, whaaat?), and both could be filed under "What the hell is going on here?"
All I can really say is that they both seem to involve these characters being places that, as of where things stand for them right now, they should not be allowed to be (she's actually out of the cell and into some different clothes finally, and as far as he's concerned, I can think of no place that's likelier to have marines hanging around than Galactica; I think this shot might actually be a prelude to that clip at the end of his new teaser promo where it looks like he's boarding a Raptor), and that it sort of looks like they're both going somewhere. But where? (A planet, possibly? Surely not Earth already? Hmmm...) And if that somewhere is the same place, meaning we'll finally have a Caprica/Gaius reunion with some closure, hi, I'll take my fuzzy rainbow hugs of joy right now, please.
And this one, check out the back row, as I exlode into pure and utter fangirl squee:
GAETA AND HOTDOG ARE HANGING OUT WITH THE COOL KIDS, YOU GUYS. OMGs, BEST SEASON EVAR. (Felix in tanks only = BONUS)
...Okay, and now I've really got nothing. Except to tell you that I did catch up with my flist before I came here.
Um. Goodnight?
_______
*Barring a few crazy-random-stupid icon posts, that is.
it all goes slo-mo
i don't know why i'm crying
am i suspended in gaffa?
not 'til i'm ready for you
not 'til i'm ready for you hoo hoo-oo-oo
(This song always makes me emotional for some reason when I listen to it. Not sure why.)
God, you guys, I don't even know what to say. I've been avoiding LJ* for like a week now, and I'm that at a loss what to say. (What's happened that's important enough to mention? What is anybody even going to care about? Is anyone still reading at all, or have they all lost patience?) Not a good sign.
(My hair was really dry and itchy today.)
Okay. I have a feeling this quarter is really going to stress me out. Faire is coming up May 3rd, so of course that's an easy guess...but because of how late Madrigal was this year, it seems like we have ridiculously small amount of time to get ready. I haven't even started writing my one fight. I still need to finish my dress. I need to practice my accent, and learn a bunch of new songs, and frankly, I feel like I don't even have that good a grasp on my character yet. I don't know her, because I haven't had any time to get to know her. And I was really looking forward to this one, too.
I have two song guild, one fight guild, one council, one dance and regular guild meeting each week. Plus some extra personal fight meetings. Plus I need to finish my dress and make a bag and find some kind of drinking vessel I can use, sometime soon. Assuming I can find the time. Plus I'm volunteering at the bone lab again, two hours twice a week.
And then there's, you know, classes. Which are kinda sort of okay. Or at least, Spanish and Bio are going okay. This quarter's Anthro...not so much.
I know I'm already in big trouble, because there's an assignment due tomorrow I can't even do because I forgot to tell my professor I never got the email to sign up for the place where I can turn it in. Oops.
I'm going to have fun explaining this little fuck-up tomorrow, I'm sure.
(It feels like I've been rushing directly from one thing to another and yet never getting any of it done, be it academic or personal.)
Also, I've been having trouble sleeping lately. Nothing severe or anything: just problems going to bed on time and problems waking up.
Last night I was so tired, randomly, I went to bed at eight. And then I woke up at eleven and couldn't fall asleep until four.
And earlier this week I had a bizarre dream, of which I solely remember this: keeping a live litter of kittens in a ziploc bag is not particularly a wise idea, really.
Yeah, I don't know.
(I have this sudden urge to take a walk to a place I've never been. Except there's no place I can go.)
BSG starts in two days, you guys. After all this waiting, this is it. The beginning of the end. Can you believe it? I know I sure can't.
You know, I'm honestly stunned at myself that I feel this way, but part of me almost seems to feel like...the new season's starting too fast. I almost want to wait a little longer. (Or at least, that's the way part of me feels.) Partially, selfishly and rather childishly, because there was a bunch of fic I wanted to get written before it started that now I probably never will because it's all about to become moot. But also partially because, as stated: beginning of the end. Right now it's all still in the realm of potential and possibility, but soon that won't be the case anymore.
The last chapter of the book is coming. The story is winding to a close. And as much as I'm looking forward to it, part of me still wishes it never had to stop.
On a much less emo BSG note, some of you may have heard that SciFi has the S4 photo gallery up. Not much spoilery there, though there's enough to raise a few questions. Not to mention eyebrows.
So, these two both involve some of my favorite people (oh, whaaat?), and both could be filed under "What the hell is going on here?"
All I can really say is that they both seem to involve these characters being places that, as of where things stand for them right now, they should not be allowed to be (she's actually out of the cell and into some different clothes finally, and as far as he's concerned, I can think of no place that's likelier to have marines hanging around than Galactica; I think this shot might actually be a prelude to that clip at the end of his new teaser promo where it looks like he's boarding a Raptor), and that it sort of looks like they're both going somewhere. But where? (A planet, possibly? Surely not Earth already? Hmmm...) And if that somewhere is the same place, meaning we'll finally have a Caprica/Gaius reunion with some closure, hi, I'll take my fuzzy rainbow hugs of joy right now, please.
And this one, check out the back row, as I exlode into pure and utter fangirl squee:
GAETA AND HOTDOG ARE HANGING OUT WITH THE COOL KIDS, YOU GUYS. OMGs, BEST SEASON EVAR. (Felix in tanks only = BONUS)
...Okay, and now I've really got nothing. Except to tell you that I did catch up with my flist before I came here.
Um. Goodnight?
_______
*Barring a few crazy-random-stupid icon posts, that is.