emotional security etc. etc.
Today is my apartment inspection and, while apparently the intelligent thing is to be around when the person is there in order to obscure and/or defend the poor state of your home, I basically live in terror of the extreme social awkwardness that is having a repair-person/landlord/non-personal visitor snooping around my apartment while I hover nearby doing nothing, so I've escaped to Starbucks, unshowered and on five hours of sleep. (Last night I went with Sally, Laura & roomies for sushi and 2-for-1 drinks at B@1 in Hammersmith, which has almost 200 cocktails and is completely amazing, then got home tipsy and ordered a bunch of used Star Trek novels for 62p each because they had Kirk and Spock on their covers. Yeah, I've got a problem if this is what I do when I come home drunk!)
Anyway, so far today I've gone through and summarized/reorganized the 60 pages of screenplay I've written so far (yeah, that's a thing I've done) but I've written so much of it over the past couple of days that I'm feeling kind of burned out on it and I think I'm going to give myself a break, at least for the next few hours until I feel it's safe to return home, take a shower, and have a nap. I'm also hoping to see either Barney's Version or Tangled today (hello, Oscar season)! The Fighter comes out on Friday and then True Grit the Friday after that, so sign me up for both of those, and then I'll have seen all of the Best Picture nominees! I am so on top of this this year; go Team Me! (Not being in school helps a ton, I gotta say.)
I think I only update anymore when I'm either sleep-deprived or over-caffeinated. Right now I am both. This is probably because I'm at my most loquacious (yeah, I went there) in those two situations, so if I'm alone I just resort to the internet as the nearest convenient receptacle for my verbal diarrhea. (What was that sentence?! I mean, really, Steph?! How are those words that you really just used?! Whatever, I'm leaving it there for posterity.)
So, here is a thing I don't think I've really talked about on here yet: when I got back from Norway at the beginning of the month, I started watching Star Trek from the beginning. I just finished season 1 of TOS and, like............I am really, really obsessed, guys. I was trying to think of the last time I was this rabid about a fandom -- staying up until 3 AM mainlining episodes, writing fic fragments in all my spare time, trying to navigate that line between reading all the Wikipedia articles I can find without spoiling myself horribly, wanting to make icons (REMEMBER THOSE???) -- and...I don't think it's happened since Farscape and HP when I was sixteen?! Maybe PotC around seventeenish?! (God, I can't even remember the last time I used fannish vernacular like this! Again: when I was about sixteen?!) Anyway, DEFINITELY before university. I definitely thought I'd grown out of it (and not without a little bit of nostalgia), but...no, here I am, back on the internet, obsessively favouriting YouTube videos and compiling Notepad documents of all the best Kirk/Spock quotes. Really, given my insane sci-fi fandom, this was inevitably going to happen one day, but I sort of grew up believing that you were either a fan of Star Wars or of Star Trek, or else you were either a traitor to your fandom or doomed to live in your mom's basement forevermore, but I guess now I've matured beyond petty rivalries and the fact that I live a seven-hour flight away from my mom's basement secures me against that fate? WHATEVER, I'M OWNING IT.
SO TO SUM UP: I'm a Star Trek fan, that is a thing that is real now. (Please let's just not talk about what this is going to do to my chances of getting a date, ahahaha!)
True story: having to pee when you've managed to take up an entire large table at Starbucks with all your crap and you're alone on the upper floor is a pain in the ass. I don't want to pack all my stuff up just to use the bathroom, but I also don't want to leave it all on its own. #firstworldproblems
Oh and the bar we were at last night played Abba and then Africa by Toto and then Human by The Killers. This is the #1 reason why I love England. (Besides HobNobs.)
Anyway, so far today I've gone through and summarized/reorganized the 60 pages of screenplay I've written so far (yeah, that's a thing I've done) but I've written so much of it over the past couple of days that I'm feeling kind of burned out on it and I think I'm going to give myself a break, at least for the next few hours until I feel it's safe to return home, take a shower, and have a nap. I'm also hoping to see either Barney's Version or Tangled today (hello, Oscar season)! The Fighter comes out on Friday and then True Grit the Friday after that, so sign me up for both of those, and then I'll have seen all of the Best Picture nominees! I am so on top of this this year; go Team Me! (Not being in school helps a ton, I gotta say.)
I think I only update anymore when I'm either sleep-deprived or over-caffeinated. Right now I am both. This is probably because I'm at my most loquacious (yeah, I went there) in those two situations, so if I'm alone I just resort to the internet as the nearest convenient receptacle for my verbal diarrhea. (What was that sentence?! I mean, really, Steph?! How are those words that you really just used?! Whatever, I'm leaving it there for posterity.)
So, here is a thing I don't think I've really talked about on here yet: when I got back from Norway at the beginning of the month, I started watching Star Trek from the beginning. I just finished season 1 of TOS and, like............I am really, really obsessed, guys. I was trying to think of the last time I was this rabid about a fandom -- staying up until 3 AM mainlining episodes, writing fic fragments in all my spare time, trying to navigate that line between reading all the Wikipedia articles I can find without spoiling myself horribly, wanting to make icons (REMEMBER THOSE???) -- and...I don't think it's happened since Farscape and HP when I was sixteen?! Maybe PotC around seventeenish?! (God, I can't even remember the last time I used fannish vernacular like this! Again: when I was about sixteen?!) Anyway, DEFINITELY before university. I definitely thought I'd grown out of it (and not without a little bit of nostalgia), but...no, here I am, back on the internet, obsessively favouriting YouTube videos and compiling Notepad documents of all the best Kirk/Spock quotes. Really, given my insane sci-fi fandom, this was inevitably going to happen one day, but I sort of grew up believing that you were either a fan of Star Wars or of Star Trek, or else you were either a traitor to your fandom or doomed to live in your mom's basement forevermore, but I guess now I've matured beyond petty rivalries and the fact that I live a seven-hour flight away from my mom's basement secures me against that fate? WHATEVER, I'M OWNING IT.
SO TO SUM UP: I'm a Star Trek fan, that is a thing that is real now. (Please let's just not talk about what this is going to do to my chances of getting a date, ahahaha!)
True story: having to pee when you've managed to take up an entire large table at Starbucks with all your crap and you're alone on the upper floor is a pain in the ass. I don't want to pack all my stuff up just to use the bathroom, but I also don't want to leave it all on its own. #firstworldproblems
Oh and the bar we were at last night played Abba and then Africa by Toto and then Human by The Killers. This is the #1 reason why I love England. (Besides HobNobs.)