Mundanities and Whatnot
Signed the lease on my apartment today, hurrah! I am really locked into being an actual grown-up now - I have a ten-month lease, a two-year cable contract, and a 401k plan. I am shopping for coffee tables guys, that is how bad this is. To be fair, I mostly need a coffee table so I have somewhere to put my pizza while I'm watching cartoons, but still, the specter of responsible maturity is looming. There is something deeply alarming in the idea that I'm being trusted to pay my water bill and have real furniture that doesn't look like it was made out of industrial scraps - and somehow something more alarming in knowing that I had the sense to set up online billpay weeks ago, make a budget spreadsheet, and buy a vacuum cleaner.
Minor adulthood and furniture related freakouts aside though, I'm getting very excited about moving. I love my dad, and he's about as easy to cohabit with as anyone could be, but gods above will it be wonderful to have my own space. No more having to listen to his sports while I'm in the kitchen, no more feeling self-conscious about singing sea chanties in the shower, no more leaving for work two hours early. I can walk around in my bra whenever I want and blast opera while I'm baking! I don't know, possibly it's being an only child but I'm terrible at sharing my space - I try to be accommodating but deep-down I really want to be nit-picky and territorial and passive-aggressive over not being able to do things exactly the way I like them. I want the freedom to be unjudged and unobserved and private. This NYTimes article sums it up very well, I think(even if it makes us weirdo singletons sound a bit like an exotic alien species).
Other things I'm up to...I've been meaning to do a media recs post when I have a few minutes to spare (work is demonically awful this month, fuck earnings, don't even ask), but the short version is that I'm on a bit of a historical bent at the moment. Still working on my Templar project - the sourcebook I bought is proving more interesting than I expected (for a collection of clerical and legal records, seriously, why is this so fun) and has a decent biblio so my reading list is getting longer, along with the books I already need to buy about monasticism and that bio of Philip the Fair (he's a massive douchenozzle but he is pretty central to the whole affair, I don't really have a choice). I have pages of notes I've made on my lunch break, although they aren't very academic - mostly things like FUCK WILLIAM OF NOGARET and GOD SAYS NONE OF YOU SHALL WEAR POINTY SHOES. Because that's the most important thing to take away from the Latin Rule, obviously.
I've found myself in the mood for historical dramas, too, rather than modern rom coms. I have a pretty long list of series that other people have recommended to me - The Princess' Man, Sungkyunkwan Scandal, Queen Seon-Deok, etc, really anything where there will be period costumes and court intrigue and hopefully people sword-fighting on horseback. My current series is Warrior Baek Dong Soo, about which I have so many many feelings. But they mostly boil down to 1) wanting to hug Gwang-Taek, who has the saddest eyes in the world, 2) wanting to get Yeo Woon all the therapy ever, because that boy is pretty but so so fucked up and 3) wanting to smack Dong Soo in the head. At least the last one actually happens in the show with some regularity.
To end with, here is a link to a ridiculously catchy song about D&D I found the other day and have had stuck in my head since. Enjoy.
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Minor adulthood and furniture related freakouts aside though, I'm getting very excited about moving. I love my dad, and he's about as easy to cohabit with as anyone could be, but gods above will it be wonderful to have my own space. No more having to listen to his sports while I'm in the kitchen, no more feeling self-conscious about singing sea chanties in the shower, no more leaving for work two hours early. I can walk around in my bra whenever I want and blast opera while I'm baking! I don't know, possibly it's being an only child but I'm terrible at sharing my space - I try to be accommodating but deep-down I really want to be nit-picky and territorial and passive-aggressive over not being able to do things exactly the way I like them. I want the freedom to be unjudged and unobserved and private. This NYTimes article sums it up very well, I think(even if it makes us weirdo singletons sound a bit like an exotic alien species).
Other things I'm up to...I've been meaning to do a media recs post when I have a few minutes to spare (work is demonically awful this month, fuck earnings, don't even ask), but the short version is that I'm on a bit of a historical bent at the moment. Still working on my Templar project - the sourcebook I bought is proving more interesting than I expected (for a collection of clerical and legal records, seriously, why is this so fun) and has a decent biblio so my reading list is getting longer, along with the books I already need to buy about monasticism and that bio of Philip the Fair (he's a massive douchenozzle but he is pretty central to the whole affair, I don't really have a choice). I have pages of notes I've made on my lunch break, although they aren't very academic - mostly things like FUCK WILLIAM OF NOGARET and GOD SAYS NONE OF YOU SHALL WEAR POINTY SHOES. Because that's the most important thing to take away from the Latin Rule, obviously.
I've found myself in the mood for historical dramas, too, rather than modern rom coms. I have a pretty long list of series that other people have recommended to me - The Princess' Man, Sungkyunkwan Scandal, Queen Seon-Deok, etc, really anything where there will be period costumes and court intrigue and hopefully people sword-fighting on horseback. My current series is Warrior Baek Dong Soo, about which I have so many many feelings. But they mostly boil down to 1) wanting to hug Gwang-Taek, who has the saddest eyes in the world, 2) wanting to get Yeo Woon all the therapy ever, because that boy is pretty but so so fucked up and 3) wanting to smack Dong Soo in the head. At least the last one actually happens in the show with some regularity.
To end with, here is a link to a ridiculously catchy song about D&D I found the other day and have had stuck in my head since. Enjoy.
This entry was originally posted at http://masterofmidgets.dreamwidth.org/269521.html. You can also comment there using OpenID.